Sumdud

Hey, have you heard of a rumour floating around recently?

I heard that there’s this girl walking around, weird, right? She walks and just goes around the place, no one knows who she is, no one knows where she came from. Hell, I don’t think even she knows the answers.

But oddly enough, she never seems to age, does she? Of all the dragons, dwarves, elves everywhere, there’s a simple tale passed down from generation to generation.

Of a girl that does not age.

But...

How did it all start? In this fantasy world, how did this person come to be?

A world where humans isolate themselves within their walls, wary of the monsters that lie outside. A world of magic, a world of fantasy, but nothing seems carefree nor fun.

Dating back to one of the greatest disasters known to humanity, the disaster where many deaths were witnessed, life was made.

Living eternally, forever wandering about the world. Monsters do not attack her, no sickness plagues her, and time becomes irrelevant. Wandering from village to village, eventually, she comes across a group of excited people.

'Hey, take us out to the unknown, we want to see the world!'

This is a tale of finding the meaning of life in a world where nothing seems to go anyone's way.

*(Notice: The first part of the story is a backstory. If you don't really like the theme of the backstory, I understand if you just don't read it.)

Immortal Wanderer

Desmond woke up feeling much better. That night when the monster appeared, he had been frozen stiff with fear. The only reason why he was able to move was because he wanted to protect Lied, or at least try to protect him.


Thanks to Lied's protection spell, the monster's attack did not kill them, but Desmond had taken the brunt of the damage.


He was in a dire condition where it was possible for him to die if he had not been treated appropriately.


Thankfully, the doctor who had helped them was capable enough.


Desmond looked around the room, he head hurting. He did not know how long he had been asleep for, and he was too much in pain to care much.


He glanced to his right, where there was an empty bed, the blanket tossed aside and half hanging over the bed.


Desmond let out a sigh of relief, knowing that at least Lied had managed to survive, even if they were to never meet again.


Right on cue, Desmond heard some noise.


S1-8: To The Capital (a)