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

The City Lord, a member of the Government who was appointed to that city, was having a lavish dinner at his house. He had life good. His house was big, perhaps twice the size of the second biggest house in the city. In his dining hall, he had a spectacular view of his rioting city.


"Oh, what do we have here today?" The City Lord asked, looking at the dish.


"It is a lamb cut roasted over a fire with some salt and pepper. We've made a sauce with the fines-" The servent described, but was interrupted by the City Lord.


The City Lord put his hand up to stop his servant from talking. He gave him a jolly smile before adding on, "And a touch of Hydra venom, yes?"


"N-No, we would never add such a thing!" The servant stuttered, panicking as the City Lord gave him a cold smile.


"Well, if you say so," The City Lord shrugged before picking up a knife.


S1-54: Tyrant (a)