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 Nine-tailed Fox felt a stinging sensation on its side, a sensation it could recognise to not be good. It was pain.

Slyk had blanked out after being hit with the wave. It must have landed wrongly or something, because it felt pain, very intense pain.

At least it knew now that it was not completely invincible.

Looking around, it was a different scene from the one it saw before. There was no sea, there were no Rocky Mountains.

But there was green. Grass and flowers, bushes, the occasional tree. It was different from the place it had first woken up in. Slyk got up, turning its head to look at where it hurt.

There was a patch of blood on a rock. It's side was already repairing itself, the flesh reforming and the fur growing at an astounding pace. Slyk looked out.

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