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 was in the carriage that Desmond had hired. He sat there, staring into blank space. He thought about going directly to Desmond's family but decided against it. He simply could not bring himself to speak with them. The Vampire had been rather dormant the entire journey. He could tell there were things on her mind that she was not willing to talk about.

The Vampire appeared in his line of sight, seated across from him. She frowned and told him, "Do not refer to me in that manner."

"It's not like I know your name," Lied muttered.

"Call me Valentine," The Vampire told him.

"Okay then, Valentine," Lied started the conversation. "Do the souls of humans get swept up that quickly? I remember finding you in an area where not many souls were collected."

S1-198: Confrontation (a)