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Perpetuity

THEN

The man had seen so much. He had existed for centuries, yet didn't look a day over 21. Wherever he went, he brought joy alongside a strong desire to protect. Though, only few had the pleasure of witnessing this. When he was born, he was normal. Indeed, he was as stereotypical as any boy born in the 1300s. He was always bright, outshining the others in school from an early age, never once getting punished or yelled at for anything. Only once he hit the impressive age of 40 did he genuinely realise something different about him. The man had been watching his friends in the village age around him, many catching diseases and passing early, yet he hadn't appeared to age a day of 20. His acquaintances grew beards, developed wrinkles and such, yet he never did. People his age faded into the universe, and he kept living. Some called him a miracle, some a witch. Others said he was the reincarnation of Jesus himself, yet he knew that wasn't true.

60. 70 years old, and the blonde man knew something was wrong. All his friends and family had passed, yet he still lived. The man looked early 20's when he was in his late 80's. Afraid of himself, he stayed in his small house in the village, only ever leaving for supplies. He lost track of time, ending up losing himself in the process. He didn't know how many years had passed, but he was always greeted with confused faces when he left his home. So when the man had forgotten his name, birthday and everything else about himself, he left. He rode on horseback away from his home village, no longer able to endure the whispers. He had nothing but the clothes on his back, the tiniest amount of money and his horse Spirit. Time had become a friend but also a stranger. He knew time better than anyone, yet even he knew nothing.

He came across another village, smaller than his own. He doesn't know how long it took to get there, nor does he know how long it took to befriend every citizen. Upon his arrival, the seven citizens of the town came to investigate the new face. Most kept their distance, wary of the man. But one brave man stepped forward, and surprisingly it wasn't the mayor, but a simple cow farmer. And once he laid eyes upon Miles Found, time stopped. The blonde was always quick-witted and creative, but not when it came to fake names.

"Greeting Sir! May I ask, what's your name?" Miles questions with a soft smile.

"Cornelius Waken. I come in search of a new home to settle." the man; Cornelius replies quickly, cringing internally. Miles turns around to address his friends, looking to one man in particular, whom Cornelius would later know as the mayor.

"You're in luck, good sir, as we have an extra house and a few jobs that we need to be filled," Miles' smile is enough to break the barrier of existence. It toys with the blonde's heart, giving him a pleasant feeling in his chest. The rest of the crowd comes over to him, throwing names he knows he won't remember. Once everyone has grown bored with the new character and left him alone; he was left with one person. Miles stood behind the dispersing crowd, a huge grin plastered across his face. Cornelius would pay an endless amount of money if it meant he got to look at that face for eternity.

"Come on," Miles lunges forward, grabbing Cornelius and dragging him around, showing him all part of the village. Watching the brunette get so excited about everything and speaking with such sentiment made Cornelius's heart melt. He asked questions, cracked jokes, frankly did everything in his power to make the other laugh. Yeah, he could get used to this.

Only, not everyone gets happy endings.

NOW

He's proud. Proud of the land he's created, proud of the people in it. After years of fighting in pointless wars that lead to nothing, they had finally achieved peace. With L'manburg gone, the citizens of the former country adjusted to life surprisingly well. Maybe they too realised they didn't need a government to survive. They had finally learned from their mistakes. He's proud but compunctious. Dream sits atop a tall tower overlooking the land. He watches with an envious eye as the people talk and laugh, not a care in the world. None even sparing him a second glance as hit sits dangerously close to the edge, legs dangling precariously. New people arrived in the country every day, but no one seemed to pay him any mind. Even after building a country from the ground up, he was overlooked. Thrown to the side like a piece of trash.