An Eternal Flame | Druig Fanfic ( UPDATES on Fridays )

Another Beginning

250 C.E.

Are you sure you want to leave? Makkari signed, a frown replacing her smile.

Druig sighed deeply and spoke to her mind as he signed back, It's not forever, Makkari. I've just got an itching to travel. I'm not as quick as you are to see everything, am I?

Makkari grinned proudly.

"Whose mind are you off to toy with then, Druig?" Kingo laughed, nudging Sprite, who only rolled her eyes. A small smile hid itself at the corner of her mouth. 

Kingo and Sprite sat together in the Domo with Makkari and Druig as they wasted the day away with stories of the past, as sometimes it was all they could do with the infinite expanse of life ahead of them. They had already lived a thousand lifetimes, and often, they looked to the triumphs of their past. Phastos, however, walked out of the room to eagerly resume his studies and inventions.  Each of the Eternals became restless over time, wondering what would come next and waiting to one day return to Olympia. For Druig, Earth had become a home, and Olympia became a distant, nearly forgotten memory. He longed to study the humans from the far reaches of civilization—remaining in one place for so long unnerved him.

Sersei, with Ikaris always a few steps behind her, remained with the people of Mesopotamia as long as she could, but the people were adapting quickly to the emerging new world, so they would follow Ajak wherever she would lead them. Gilgamesh and Thena kept each other in good company. Kingo, himself, was travelling through Parthian lands, never straying too far from where Mesopotamia once reigned, to relish in the vivid colors and wonders of the people. He found himself drawn to them and the people who told such powerful stories, only ever rivaled by his small, non-aging friend.

"Could always toy with yours instead, friend," Druig cocked his head to the left, eyes flickering specks of gold, while Kingo covered his face with his hands jokingly. "How does it work Sprite? Do I cover my eyes? Do I turn away? Oh, no! How do I stop the powerful, mind-controlling Druig?"

Sprite laughed, "At least they aren't Ikaris's eyes. No hiding from them, Kingo."

He snickered and said his goodbye to Druig. He didn't seem saddened by Druig's departure, and neither did Sprite. After all, they would all find each other again on Olympia as they'd done before. The two stood from their seats and walked away down a corridor, maybe to pester Ikaris about his eyes.

Druig watched the Eternals canter away, smiling. He turned back to his longest friend, Makkari. She didn't seem sad now. Instead, he thought she seemed lonely, even though he was there in the room with her and she was still surrounded by the other Eternals.

Makkari reached one hand out to hold his face. Be safe, my friend, she thought. She followed after Kingo and Sprite, a quick burst of speed putting her behind Kingo for a quick fright.

Druig began walking, holding up the holographic map Phastos had constructed for his journey. It hovered above his outstretched hand. The map zoomed out to a full picture of the Earth spinning in front of him before he put the device away. He was unsure of where he would end up, but he kept telling himself his feet would know when to stop him.

And so, he kept moving.