Eyes of the Endless - Promethean Fiction

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"I never met my creator" He begins the story as he allways had. "But i knew what i was from the moment i took in my first breath. I was an Adventurer" He grinned, the pride obvious in his face. "I've danced with Natives of foreign lands around campfires, basking in the depth and wealth of culture that i could learn before disquiet clouded their eyes. I've travelled through the oldest cities and discovered their secrets, knee deep in knowledge and intruige." His smile was wide and his eyes twinkled.
     "And yet, my journey is far from over. You see, i lost a peice of me when i was created. Lots of them, actually." He leant in to one of the others listening to his ramble. "More then i could ever find. Peices of my incomplete soul, the keys to the Dawn that keep me locked in endless Saturnine Night. And before you ask, no... No, i don't know what they look like. But i'll know when i find one. Here, let me tell you about this one..." He said, pulling out a small, beaten up soft toy.
     He'd told this story hundreds of times now, in at least 5 different languages. Sometimes, to less skeptical humans who might of understood that he wasn't quite like them. He'd been called many names in the past - The Man in the Tattered Jacket,  Whitefella, Zo Malak, Ulgan, Liar. The last was the most popular, while the first was the most common. His name was Munchausen though, after a fictional man that also told exciting, slightly exxagerated stories. After all, technically werent all of his kind Fictional Men?
     He often felt like the focus of a story, narrated for an audience or the protagonist in some sort of TV show. Occasionally, he would try to break the fourth wall, just in case he caught someone out. Half of the time, he even realised he was only doing it as a joke and not because it was real. He tried to tell the truth as often as he could, but ultimately how many would laugh it off, call him a liar again? No, better to keep those parts to himself for now. So he purposefully missed out parts of the narrative, didn't speak to often about his dreams, smiled and nodded when someone attributed him as an Ulgan.
     It was only technically, a little white lie.