I was walking down the street when I saw this man I felt I recognized, but I had no idea where from, so I walked past him and he grabbed my arm. I looked at him and I really did recognize him, but he seemed to.
"Maria... how is it you?"
"I think you have the wrong-"
"No, it must be you." He let go of me and I just stared at him, so confused and sad for him somehow.
"I think you really must be thinking about someone else. I am just a person."
"1952 in the Korean War." I sighed and realized that I did know who he was, knowing that it was bad he saw me. He put his hands on my cheeks and I didn't know how to react.
"I thought you died," I said and he laughed, shaking his head. He looked me up and down with such awe and he smiled.
"You look just the same, how does that happen?" I sighed and grabbed his hands, putting them back to his side and he stared at me with so much happiness, and yet there was a mix of confusion and hatred.
"I will explain it all, I swear in good time, I will-"
"NO, Maria, you need to explain it now. How do you look the same, you should be just as old as I am now."
"I have a sickness that stops me from aging properly. Does that help?" He shook his head and I sighed, knowing nothing could satisfy this man, except war and freedom.
"What is the real reason, there isn't a sickness such as that. Tell me the truth, I can handle it." I laughed and shook my head, knowing he couldn't and he wouldn't. I began to think when I felt an immortal and I turned around and it was Hansen. We both just stared at him and he laughed a little bit. I pulled out my sword and he pulled out his, Chris moving back. I saw a cop and he pulled over and we both stared at him.
"What do you two think you are doing?" he asked and I laughed and smiled at the cop.
"Don't worry, sir, we are just trading swords, we are collectors." he nodded with hesitation and got back in his car.
"If I see you two pull those things back out in public, then I will be sending both of you to jail." I smiled at him and waved, looking back at Hansen as the cop left.
"What is wrong, Maria? Did you get scared in the face of a mortal?" I looked back at Chris and he just stared at us both with weird looks.
"Chris... it is good to see you again. Do you remember 52 as much as I do?"
1952: I felt an immortal enter the battlefield and I turned around to see a man.
"Run Chris," I said and he nodded, running through the trees. I looked back at the man and I realized that he was the general of the other side.
"Isn't it cheating?"
"You are fighting, why wouldn't I be able to fight too?"
"Well, I am on the good side, so I matter more," he said and we began to fight sword to sword as people behind and in front of us fought with guns. He pinned me down to the ground and Chris came back with more people and they shot him down. I got up and Chris took me and we ran. I heard shooting and bullets going straight past us, but all I could think about was getting Chris to safety. Once we were back at base I sat him down and he was bleeding badly. I held a cloth to his wound and he kissed me. I ignored it for some reason and went to the medicine cabinet where I grabbed everything I knew how to use, which was pretty much all of it. I felt the immortal again and looked back to see him standing there with a man's head in his hands. He threw it at me and I dodged it and he laughed.
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Can There Be Only One?
FantasyMaria is immortal, born almost 400 years ago in Transylvania, Romania. She is killed and trained to become a fierce warrior and to fight the battles other immortals create. She is a lover and a fighter, not knowing how to correctly respond to certai...