My Name is Patrick Henry: Virginia Firebrand Orator I was born on May 29, 1736, in Hanover County, Virginia, into a world of rolling fields, humble homes, and deep-rooted independence. My father, John Henry, was a Scottish-born scholar and surveyor, while my mother, Sarah Winston Syme, came from a family of Virginia gentry. Though my early education came from my father and a few tutors, I spent more time roaming the countryside and listening to the cadence of voices in tavern

My Name is Baranamtarra of Lagash: Queen and High Priestess of Ningirsu I was born in Lagash, a city of sacred waters and towering temples, where the songs of priests rose with the morning sun. My family served in the temple of Ningirsu, the mighty god of war and justice. From a young age, I learned the rituals, the offerings, and the balance between the divine and the mortal. I watched as merchants brought goods from distant lands and as scribes etched the will of kings into

My Name is James Wolfe: British General I was born on January 2, 1727, in Westerham, Kent, England. My father, Edward Wolfe, was a distinguished officer, and from him I inherited both discipline and the desire to serve my country. From a young age, I was drawn to the military life. At fourteen, I was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Marines, beginning the career that would define my short but eventful life.   First Taste of War My early years were marked by campaign

My Name is Louis Coulon de Villiers: French Officer and Avenger of Honor I was born in 1710 in Canada, into a family devoted to the service of France. My father was Nicolas-Antoine Coulon de Villiers, a respected officer who taught me that a man’s honor is worth more than his life. I grew up along the frontiers of New France, where duty and danger walked hand in hand. My brothers and I all entered the military, serving our king in distant forts surrounded by forest, river, an

My Name is Samuel Adams: Patriot and Revolutionary Leader I was born in Boston in 1722, the son of a respected brewer and local leader. My childhood was steeped in ideas about community, faith, and independence. My father helped found a local bank that encouraged Bostonians to support one another, and when the British government dissolved it, I learned how power could crush the hopes of common men. I attended Harvard College, where I studied philosophy, law, and politics. My

My Name is Anu-malik: Scholar-Priest of Uruk and Keeper of the Sacred Signs I was born in Uruk, where the temples of the gods rose higher than any wall or palace. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the sound of chants that echoed through marble courtyards. My father was a temple scribe, and from him I learned that the gods did not just rule men—they guided their thoughts, their harvests, and even their records. He taught me that each mark on clay was a wh

My Name is King George III: King of Great Britain and Ireland I was born in 1738, grandson of King George II, in a time when Britain’s empire stretched far across the seas. From my earliest days, I was trained not for indulgence but for responsibility. I loved science, music, and the study of agriculture, yet above all, I believed my first duty was to God and my country. When I became king in 1760, at just twenty-two years old, I swore to rule with integrity, uphold the laws

My Name is Alulim of Eridu: The First Man to Rule Before cities rose from the plains and rivers of Sumer, the land was wild and scattered with simple villages of reed huts. I was born in Eridu, the first city where man and god met in harmony. It was said that Enki, lord of wisdom and water, chose our land as his dwelling. The people looked to me to lead, for I was both man and servant of the gods. From the marshes we drew life, from the clay we built homes, and from the river

My Name is Sir William Johnson: Superintendent of Indian Affairs for the Colonies I was born in County Meath, Ireland, in 1715, though my heart and destiny lay far beyond its green hills. My family was neither rich nor poor, but I had ambition enough for both. My uncle, Admiral Peter Warren, invited me to manage his lands in the colonies, and in 1738, I crossed the Atlantic to the Mohawk Valley of New York. The New World was untamed, filled with both promise and peril. There,

My Name is Enmebaragesi of Kish: The First Recorded King of Mesopotamia I was born among the twin rivers—the Tigris and the Euphrates—where the soil was rich, and the gods watched over us closely. In my youth, the world was changing. The villages of mud and reed were becoming cities of brick and law. We learned to control the rivers through canals, and from the floods came abundance. The people of Kish looked to me, a man of strength and resolve, to lead them through the grow