(A/N - This chapter is mostly travel, not much is happening yet, sorry. Fun Writers Fact, If Writer does not write, nothing gets written, the three hungry readers demand chapters, Writer, stop pacing around your room and Write.)
[FACT - If two Immortals were to have a child, that child would be no more likely to be an Immortal than any other.]
Continued - The Ar¢hives Era (The 1500s)
Luther was greeted by the cold air as he stepped outside, his key already returned to the innkeeper.
Luther walked over to the old church, a better view showed it had definitely been abandoned. The outer walls darkened from years of sitting untouched, though judging by the door seeming less dusty, people probably went in there from time to time.
A sign hung from the church, it sat on the ground only partly legible, it said 'The Haltsville Home f-' before it was no longer readable.
Luther turned around to see Kneed and Lina sitting on a sideways-laying pillar. "Mornin Luther" Kneed spoke, stretching as he stood up.
Kneed seemed to look strangely at him "Luther, what happened to your face?" he asked.
"He shaved Kneed." Lina spoke, before turning to Luther, "We're heading out for today, have you gotten everything you need?" She spoke, a bit of surprise in her voice at Luther's now shaved face.
Luther nodded yes, it's not like he had much anyways. The group grabbed their carriage and out of Haltsville.
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The ride was relatively quiet, unlike the day before. Luther was tired, and the others just didn't speak.
Until Kneed asked a question "Hey, I know this is an extremely late time to ask this question but do you have a home Luther?"
A reasonable question sure, but Kneed and Lina had probably inferred the answer already from his lack of resistance to their travels.
"No" Luther stated sadly. His answer wasn't pushed.
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The quiet ride had soon ended. They went over to a carriage hold in a small town, Lina said that they would walk the rest of the way.
A man with carrot-orange hair and a green headband manned the front desk, judging from their interactions, Luther assumed the three were common customers.
They stabled their horses and carriage and had some mid-journey food in a dining area near the stable.
Soon after they finished eating, the three set off again. As they wandered the small forests and large plains, Luther wondered if they were going the right way, but he didn't question their directions.
It was now the late afternoon, not sunset but a bit before then.
Lina interrupted the silence to say they were getting close, when Kneed asked another question, "Luther, may I ask about your past?"
Lina glared at him for the question, "Kneed, too early. You know how long it took for Pitch to open up." She stated, upset at the others' insensitivity.
"Sorry Luther, you don't need to answer that" The blonde spoke in defeat.
"It's fine. For a brief summary, I was born in the 1300s as a prince, some stuff happened and I ended up living in the forest for a while. Then I found my way to a group in Clauddale fighting the ₽oachers, and they ended up dying on the first mission I attended. I got locked in a cave and spent a while there, I don't know how long though." Luther closed the summary
"Damn sorry man," Kneed said. And besides the occasional direction, the rest of the way was silent.
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Every Hundred Years {Discontinued, Read final part for more information}
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