Eighth Death

Chapter Nine: Silver

Canterbury was a strange city, well, a historic city. It was different compared to the loud New York she was used it to with its tall buildings, high population density and narrow streets. It was odd to not have the smell of a fresh New York slice hit her in the face every two minutes, instead she was met with medieval streets and artifacts she's only read about in books.

Of course, one of the four invincible immortals lived here. Not to mention Canterbury was known for its rich literary heritage, surely Kaiza would love this place. There weren't many people in the city, a few locals quietly strolling the streets and a few tourists taking pictures here and there but that was about it. She sighed, looking around and finding no one. She wished she knew what this street was called.

At least the storm was nowhere to be seen now, though she was still soaked.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted a bird. A simple sparrow, looking at her innocently from a tree branch as it tilted it's small head to the side. She copied its gesture, Marcy wondered if animals remembered her after she died because humans didn't. No matter how significant of a role she played, in the end no one remembered her after she died. It was hurtful yet entertaining to meet the people she'd known by heart in her previous lives forget her and the memories they shared.

Though most of them were usually dead. That's why Marcy liked to move around, not to mention she never exactly reincarnated in the same place twice.

She wondered if she'd be more used to the quietness of Canterbury if she'd lived a lifetime here before as she watched the bird flap it's wings and fly away. And for some reason, she raised a hand to wave the bird goodbye. So much for being a hater.

She grunted as she then reached for the map in her backpack. Taking one more look around as she began walking once again, though her feet were sore and most likely blistered.

Finally, around an hour later. She looked at the large mansion in front of her. The map finally starting to move once again, she was here. She knew she said mansion but castle was probably the correct word to describe the stunning home in front of her.

It was at least four stories large, with a front yard bigger than most parks she's seen.

The manor itself consisted of imposing stone walls and towering turrets, surrounded by lower walls enclosing courtyards, gardens and even a fountain in the middle of it all. The smell of sweet flowers strong and pungent. The entrance was protected by a gatehouse with a drawbridge. Which was surprisingly open, she guessed you didn't really need a lock or guards when you were literally invincible.

After all, only an invincible immortal had the ability to kill another invincible immortal.

Or suicide.

She slowly passed through the gates, looking at the piece of architecture in awe. She resisted the urge to dip her hand in the fountain or pluck one of the many flowers as she finally got to the humongous double doors of the castle.

She took a deep breath as she raised her hand, realizing her entire body was shaking. A feeling of nervousness engulfed her. The last time she'd seen Kaiza was in a random cave in a forest, she has lived five more lifetimes since then. Marcy had definitely lost most of her courage.

If she was stubborn enough to make her way all the way here to Canterbury from New York, then she was certainly courageous enough to knock on the door of the manor of the man who cursed her for twelve lifetimes.

It was okay to be delusional.

She gathered herself and she finally balled her hand into a fist and knocked and knocked...and knocked. She had probably been knocking for a good six minutes and yet no one answered the door. Absolutely no one. She looked around and there was no sign of a doorbell either.