I was born merely twelve hundred years ago. That doesn't mean just twelve hundred, it was literally in a mere. Like a lake in a bog, and no I don't mean a toilet. We were respectable then. I grew up with my mother and lived off frogs and birds and creatures that came too close to the water.
People ask tiresome questions. Like, how do you breathe underwater. I just like do. Live with it. Any more impertinence? What about your father. I really don't know and am not interested in rumours just go bother someone else.
When I was older I discovered food just a few miles from my house. They were just there, lying waiting for me like a larder. When I picked them up they twitched and squealed a bit but a hefty bite to the ribs stopped them wriggling. I went there many times.
Later a conqueror came who had legs like tree trunks. I wasn't that frightened of him but I got it wrong and he had my arm off. I managed to stagger home. Mummy swore revenge. Then I died in her arms and became a legend.
I wish I could have married and had children. I would have been a good father, I would have taken them to the local chess club where they could eat up the opposition.