[ WP ] An immortal couple have been seen throughout recorded history , write an account of them in any time period you wish . Bonus points if you match the writing style of the time period

The villagers know we are here now. Some of them have even begun bringing their children to see us, a rite of passage perhaps. They hide in the undergrowth just outside the clearing, disturbing the leaves just enough to give away their presence, big brown eyes glistening. When we come out of the cave, they ca n't hold back gasps of wonderment at the sight of two tall people, wrapped not in furs but in colourful fabrics; feet in boots, not hides tied with sinew. 
 
 They keep their distance. They think we are spirits and are afraid to anger us. I find this a mixed blessing; after all these millennia on an Earth empty of people, to have some of our own kind around us again! To be held in the bosom of a community! But we can never join their village. They are too different. It would n't be fair to them, for their gods to decide to live among them. 
 
 It would also be dangerous to us. Close contact with those not like us will erode our specialness, and eventually make us mortal. There is so much to live for, now! When we look at these brown-eyed folk, camouflaged in the shrubbery, we know we are looking at the Pyramids. The Acropolis. Chartres cathedral. Samurai. Machu Picchu. The Bible. Hamlet. What a waste, to miss all that! No, we will remain and bear witness to history. We will make our own community. 
 
 There is also this to live for: I am pregnant at last! We had begun to lose hope that it would ever be possible for us to have children. When our exile began, we were told that we would only occasionally be fertile. Perhaps the nearness of other humans has brought it on? Whatever the reason for this blessing, we are thrilled. Finally, we will be more than just two! We will be a family, growing through the ages alongside the family of humanity. I wonder what history will say of us? 
 
 I wonder how these villagers will receive the information that there will soon be a third god living in the forest above their home? 
 
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 They are in the bushes again. Perhaps they have brought some of our own children to see us this time. They are easily recognizable, taller, somewhat lighter of hair than the other villagers. And fatter. They receive the best food, the first choice of meat. My daughter, whom they named Agathway but whom I named Diana, is bent with age now, and a priestess. She ca n't crouch low in the undergrowth like younger folk can, and her white hair and the ropes of polished shell she wears stand out against the dark forest. She ventures closer than the others, raising a hand hesitantly in what is clearly a ritual gesture. The others encourage her subtly, and push forward two of our younger children as well. They do their duty as go-betweens, approaching the gods, their parents, but it is clear they are terrified. They are our children, and they are terrified of us. They are mortal, and they will die, as they all have since our first, what must be several hundred years ago now. For the twentieth time, I look at my child and know that I will never see her again. Diana, Agathway, will die this winter of old age. She knows this too, yet still, she is more afraid of us than she is of this knowledge. She drops her trembling hand and backs away. A murmur and a sigh goes up from the leaves. My heart breaks. 
 
 And all of history is still to come.
