Yoleandra Bruxain

Yolie:
After Alex... helped me find the healing talisman / blood stone / star stone... things have come a long way. The chapters of the Grimoire have all appeared at once. All those I had already read and those I had not. It's a relief. Now I can finally read it all. There are chapters that I have already ... eh ... seen? Or something like that.
Like the one where Yoleandra was standing on top of the mountain watching the two armies battle. According to the Grimoire that happened during the Gaugamela battle in 331 BC. Which was a crushing defeat to the Persian king Darío, who left the field terrified before Alexandros’ onslaught. Much of the Persian army also fled, being pursued by the Macedonians, who massacred them. Hence the conquest of Babylon and the entire Persian empire was a piece of cake for Alex from them on. For the rest, the chapter that covers Alex's death and transformation is almost identical to the... vision I had.
The most laughable thing is that when poor Patrick reached the cave at the top of the mountain he found no sign of the Sorceress. She left him precise instructions, of course. Alexandros would resurrect on the seventh day after his death, the new entity would be blinded by a poisonous blood thirst.
The servant could choose between allowing his master to drink him to death or slaughtering himself with his sword as soon as the demon opened his eyes. They had to stay hidden and go away while the funeral of the once Great King of Media and Persia was celebrated, with the uproar that the news would cause, no one would notice the departure of two travelers through the mountain.
Yoleandra wrote that she planned her escape, because she feared that once the master was converted, the servant would offer her for dinner. Furthermore, she couldn't trust either of them. The general could easily have tried to assassinate her to keep what had happened a secret.
Which means, my other self was incredibly long-lived but not immortal.
During the Roman Empire Yoleandra kept her name and traveled between the different provinces of it. She enjoyed great popularity in all of them and had innumerable lovers.
At least I'm not like her in that way, I'm more of a prude.
When the Roman Empire fell, Yoleandra took refuge in Britain. Maintaining her habit of not staying for long period’s time in one place nor making lasting ties with other people.
She kept wandering for centuries until in 1433 she went into work in the service of Jacquetta of Luxembourg. Said woman was physically abused in a fierce and frequent manner by her husband, Prince John of Lancaster, brother of the King of England Henry V. After several years of silently observing the mistreatment to which her mistress was subjected, Yoleandra took action in the affair and the prince suffered a swift death in Rouen during a battle. It doesn't explain exactly what method she used to dispose of him.
Mhm... Maybe she cursed him?
Jacquetta was thus free to marry Richard Woodville, son of her late husband's former chamberlain, the man she really loved and who would later be named Baron de Rivers. From this union seventeen children would be born, of whom Yoleandra was nurse. She felt a very special affection for Isabel, the oldest of them. The girl had great sensitivity for the use of magiks and was one of the most outstanding apprentices Yoleandra ever had. She taught the girl everything she could except the most dangerous of arts, divination, and the making of Aqua Vitae.
In 1463, being already a widow at the age of twenty-six, Isabel contacted her and requested a future reading. Yoleandra replied by means of a letter indicating the date and the place and under an elm the girl sat down to wait for her future second husband, King Edward IV.
When Edward died, his eldest son became the new king with the name of Eduardo V, and was in charge of his uncle Richard of Gloucester, named Lord Protector. Fearing that the Woodvilles would attempt to monopolize power, Gloucester maneuvered to gain control of the young king and ordered the arrest of his other nephew. Both young men were transferred to the Tower of London and Elizabeth took up the asylum at Westminster Abbey with her daughters.
I looked up those people on Wikipedia and got stunned. To cut a long story short, history shows that both Isabel and her mother were accused of witchcraft several times.
After many hardships and suffering the disappearance of her both her sons, Isabel managed to marry her eldest daughter with Enrique Tudor in 1486, he defeated Richard, the usurper, thus beginning the Tudor dynasty in England.

OMG!!! The Tudors, really? My old self actually helped the rising of that ruling English dinasty?!
Yoleandra left for Spain and by 1499 she was installed as the lover of the famous poet Fernando de Rojas, who, inspired by her and her arts, published a play called “Calisto y Melibea”, it’s main character being La Celestina (This is how Yoleandra called herself at that time).The writer represented her in his poems as a mestizo sorceress, greedy, creeping, practical, cunning and seductive.
**'' I, Celestina, your best known client, conjure you by the virtue and strength of these vermilion letters; by the blood of that night with which they are written; by the seriousness of these names and signs, which are contained in this paper; for the harsh poison of the vipers, from which this oil was made, with which I smear this yarn: come without delay to obey my will... ''
In that fragment I summoned a storm to put out the ten bonfires in which innocent women would be burned. Unjustly accused of being witches by the inquisitorial courts of Toledo and Cuenca.**
I read, in her own handwriting.
She practically disappeared for almost a century, keeping a low profile and trying to go unnoticed, fearful of the roaring Spanish inquisition, which would eventually cause the death of 11 311 Moors, for preserving their beliefs and traditions. Knowing herself in danger due to her powers and the color of her skin, she returned to England in 1505.
Things went well for a while, as she kept moving without laying down roots until she settled in Salemsbury under the name Jane Sherburne.

**When I met John, I knew he would be mine. He didn't care that I was dark-skinned. My arts impressed and amazed him. He never looked at me with fear or hatred. For him I was always a creature of wonder, a kind of Morgan la Fey, come out of the Arthurian Legends. I loved him like I loved no other.**
She married John Southworth in 1598 and they lived in Salemsbury Lower Hall. Her husband was wealthy and they continued to live comfortably even after his father disinherited him for marrying a "mixed-race heretic and Satan-worshiper." Relations between John and his father were not friendly, the latter refused even to visit his son's home if he could help it.

By 1607, "Jane Southworth" had given birth to seven children and lost her husband to lung fever.
**I begged him to stay with me, I held onto his hand and cried for three days and nights. I didn't want to lose him. I had waited too long for him,I had loved him too much to let go without resistance. But he silenced my cries with his kisses and cradled my body in his arms, saying over and over again that he would not allow me to corrupt the natural laws of life. That he would love me even when he was dead and that if he ever came back he would look for me to give me his heart once more.**
In 1612 she was accused of practicing dark arts by a 14-year-old girl, along with the sisters Jennet and Ellen Bierley, them three were put on trial. The trial took place on August 19, before Sir Edward Bromley, a judge who was seeking promotion to a court closer to London and who was therefore willing to impress the then King James. Jane and the Bierleys were accused of using "various evil and diabolical acts called witchcraft, incantations, charms and sorceries in and on Grace Sowerbutts," to which they pleaded not guilty.
*Sowerbutts? Sewer butt?*
Grace stated that her grandmother and aunt, with Jane Southworth, were attending a coven held every Thursday and Sunday night at Red Bank on the north bank of the River Ribble. In these secret meetings, they met subjects (though not human beings) with whom they ate, danced, and had sex.
**These were all inventions of the impertinent little girl. Her aunt and grandmother were witches, descendants of the Woodville clan, with whom I had had dealings in previous centuries. It is true that we went to the river late at night, but not to dance with demons but to perform water purification ceremonies and thus avoid the frequent and catastrophic epidemics which often broke in England. Grace was jealous, she craved the knowledge we possessed. Her grandmother had forbidden her to be instructed in the arts because she glimpsed an evil character and impetuousness in the girl that did not make her a worthy candidate for the dominance of magiks.
We barely managed to survive. We had to fake our deaths during the execution by hanging, allow ourselves to be buried, crawl out of the graves two nights later, wait in hiding for five days for the uproar to subside, and then escape.
I left my little ones in the care of my eldest son, Thomas, and left England with a wounded heart. **
**Since that day I did not prepare Aqua Vitae for my consumption again. Losing John and then being forced to abandon my children broke my heart. Although I appeared to be around my twenties I was older than England itself. From that day on I wished to lose the youth I had preserved for so many centuries...I had lost the will to live.**