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

Lied entered Desmond's house in a foul mood. Not only was he able to buy a Low-Levelled Rune, not only was some old lady not listening to him, but some Witch or Mage Lady kept pestering him.


"Lied, where's the Rune?" Desmond asked.


"They sold out," Lied replied simply. "I tried going to several stores, but there weren't any on the shelves."


Desmond nodded understandingly. "Well, I do suppose Low-Levelled Ice Rune do run out especially fast."


Lied nodded before walking up the stairs. He was halfway up when he heard knocking on the door. Lied froze and looked down the stairs, Desmond also looking concerned.


"Is that your wife?" Lied asked Desmond, just to confirm.


"No, Lazli's currently in her room," Desmond replied.


Lied crept down the stairs. He glanced at Desmond, asking softly, "Should I, or should you?"


When Desmond stepped forward, Lied shook his head. "Hold on, I'll answer the door. Just get ready to smack the person if they attack me."


S1-41: Witch (b)