「The Gift of Immortality」
Dragon Ball Story: INSERT READER
╰➤ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER × DRAGON BALL CHARACTERS
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A warrior named [𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚], an immortal being, the sole immortal that lived in the lands of Earth and has fought to prote...
WARNINGS: MENTIONS of DEATH/DYING, SLAVERY, and WARFARE!!!
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|SALVATION|
❝If you want peace; prepare for war.❞
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I've roamed this Earth for centuries, an eternal wanderer, chasing the mysteries of the unknown; I found solace in the journey of exploration, navigating the uncharted territories of Earth. The experiences were woven with the threads of camaraderie, with each unique encounter etching memories into the tapestry of my existence.
The vast landscapes, the endless sea, and the allure of the unknown beckoned me forward, accompanied by companions. But fate, cruel and capricious, snatched them away through tragic accidents. Death, claimed my friends, leaving me grappling with an inexplicable reality.
Through centuries of wandering, the faces of friends became fleeting echoes in the corridors of my memory. Their laughter lingered in the rustle of leaves, their voices whispered in the wind, and their absence carved hollows within my soul.
While time weathered their mortal forms, leaving them vulnerable to illnesses and the passage of years, I remained unscathed—a perpetual witness to the cycle of life and demise. The ache in my heart swelled as I witnessed my loved ones slip away, their lives slipping through my grasp.
Their faces etched in the tapestry of my mind, I grappled with the unfairness of my unchanging existence. Yet, amidst the sorrow, a friend's parting words echoed in the recesses of my being: "Don't cry, be happy that it happened."
A bittersweet reminder to cherish the fleeting moments of joy rather than succumb to the abyss of sorrow. Memories, vibrant and cherished, became my solace amid the bleakness. With each passing moment, the passage of time became a blurred canvas, painting a montage of memories and heartaches. My resolve was anchored in the words my mother imparted: "Be strong yet kind. Be clever yet compassionate."
I ventured forth.
"I will save other people, and they will never endure the same pain I had to carry."
Every encounter etched new lessons upon the canvas of my existence. I saved lives, shielded the vulnerable, and amassed a trove of knowledge woven from the fabric of diverse cultures. My ventures led me through eras, witnessing civilizations bloom and wither, and kingdoms ascend and crumble. Time blurred into an indistinct haze, yet my quest endured.
