(A/N - Chapter may be a bit more playful than others. Ngl Ao3 has better formatting, y'all gotta step up your game Wattpadders.)
[FACT - While highly unlikely and irregular, it is possible for Immortals to die of things like starvation or dehydration.]
Continued - The Ar¢hives Era (The 1500s)
As Luther and two strangers rode quietly along the snowy landscape, the silence in the carriage was soon interrupted.
"I'm booored" Kneed whined, facing the roof mindlessly.
"There's a chess set under your chair, stop complaining," Lina replied
Kneed looked at Luther, "You, Me, Chess, Now", he spoke while dragging out a box from under the seat.
There was a small table between the two seats, which Kneed placed the board on. The table was enclosed to prevent pieces from falling off.
"I don't know the rules" Luther stated, as, despite his former rule as a prince, he didn't indulge in chess like other nobles. Luther had preferred draughts, he had some fond memories of him and some of his servants playing it in the castle's study. He could never tell if they went easy on him or not.
Kneed looked confused "How do you not know the rules? Have you been living under a rock for the past century?"
"... Actually, Yes."
"Hm?" Kneed responded, even more confused.
Luther didn't respond, but was soon given an explanation of the rules by Kneed, who was corrected multiple times by Lina.
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They played six matches, Kneed won two, and Luther won four. Luther couldn't tell if he was holding back or not.
As the games finished, Luther noticed the sky had severely dimmed. Luther asked to light the lantern, to which he was given a yes.
But along with nightfall came the cold, and given that the winter had already set in, it would be a cold night.
"Dude, why don't you have a coat?" Kneed asked, lightly shivering. Meanwhile, Luther sat regretting life as he attempted to slip on a small blanket as best as he could
"I d-didn't exactly have any time to pack my bags before g-getting pulled in here" Luther spoke through his own shivers.
"It's fine, we're taking a stop at Haltsville for the night." Lina spoke, doing better than them in the cold due to her fur coat.
And thankfully, they had soon arrived. To avoid any other Immortals noticing them, Luther had been asked to pick a wig color (Not that it mattered much given that a large white beard was in it's prime on Luther's face), he chose brown hair while the other two chose their original red (Lina), and blonde (Kneed).
They bound the horses at a nearby stable area, before searching for an inn, of which they soon found.
Luther couldn't tell the name of their Inn, but he could see the seemingly abandoned church next to it. Though he couldn't make out much detail of the kingdom due to the lack of light.
They had somehow found a way inside the inn, and after walking through the empty tavern area, they were greeted by a man at the counter.
"How many rooms would you like?" The inn worker asked after some vague pleasantries.
The question caused Luther to think, maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable with Kneed and Lina, they were some of the few people who could kill him.
So Luther decided to put some space between them, but as if reading his mind, Lina spoke first.
"Two rooms please" She requested, paying the man and grabbing the room keys. Handing one key to Luther and keeping the other, she yawned before speaking again "Well come get you in the morning, rest up." she spoke as they went to their rooms.
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After settling into the plain brown room, Luther checked his boots for his tools. The lockpick wasn't doing so well, while the knife was still unused. And though they weren't saying anything about it, Luther knew his clothes must have smelled TERRIBLE.
But without things to do, Luther laid on the bed, slipping under the line-patterned red blanket. And perhaps Luther was more exhausted than he thought, as sleep came as quick as a runaway carriage.
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Luther was awoken by knocking, as well as the burning light stabbing in from the windows.
Luther got up, checking the latch on the door to see who was knocking, it was a staff member.
"Hello Sir, your friends asked me to deliver these to you." the brown-haired worker spoke, a monocle enchanting his eyes. The worker handed Luther a folded-up outfit, with a note on the top.
Luther set the clothes on the mattress, after making the bed because he would feel bad leaving the room a pigsty (Not that he was an unclean person).
Finally finished pulling the red curves of the blanket across the bed, Luther opened the note.
°'To Mr. Valecrest
Kneed and I went out a bit early today, we felt it was wrong to wake you.
Please come to the front of that one church, you have an hour to get ready before we set off.
That is all - Lina
P.S, Please for the love of Christ come in the new outfit we got you, the other one smells horrible… just, please - Kneed'•
Even without the names written, Luther could have guessed who wrote what. But putting that aside, he began preparing for the day.
The outfit didn't come with shoes or anything, (Given those were the only clean parts of his outfit), just some pants and a shirt. The shirt felt like a strange mix of a simple cloth garment, and a coat, a mix of white and gray, while black polluted the more coat-like portions. Meanwhile, the pants were a basic black.
Luther still had the bag he got in old Clauddale, with the charm from the same time and place.
Luther had also got quite a bit of shaving done, considering he was on the onslaught of growing a full beard, his now completely empty face would likely shock Lina and Kneed.
Luther looked himself in the mirror for the first time in decades, eying the person who'd gone through so much so far, and would likely continue that trend. His eyes locking onto the matching pair from his reflection, the golden sparks of innocence long gone from them. This was the path of an Immortal, and Luther had already accepted it, at least, he thinks so.
And with that in mind, he left the bathroom and headed outside.
End of chapter 7
[FACT - Immortals are unknown to the public, this seems to be kept up by most of them, though some disagree with this idea.]
(A/N - Writer kinda wanted to stretch this chapter out until they got to base, but writer feels this is a good stopping point. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!)
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