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

Yuumeislyk shook itself as the last bit of injury began to heal. It slowly made its way towards Letha, who was busy trying to shake an empty bottle. Letha noticed Yuumeislyk and smiled, pointing at the bottle. She told it, "I found this thing!"

Yuumeislyk nodded and sat down beside Letha.

She shook it again before telling it, "When I shake it, it makes a funny noise."

As she shook it, the bottle let out a ferocious scream. Yuumeislyk remembered stealing that bottle because it was rumoured to have the ability to change someone. However, that rumour was far from the truth. It was likely just a prank by the ruler of Quieekalat.

Letha rubbed Yuumeislyk's fur. "Fluffy."

She poked Yuumeislyk, causing a bit of discomfort for the fox. She asked it, "Hey, do you have a name?"

"You have pretty fur," She commented, rubbing her face into Yuumeislyk's fur.

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