An Everlasting Journey

Author's Note; This book focus' on the years after the war, and the struggle to live an immortal life. Hope you like it. ~

Also I will update this ASAP.

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Chapter One; The Night We Died. And Someone else lived. -Heather's POV-

It had been a long day of Fighting, Walking, Climbing, and Riding. The camp was peacefully asleep, unfortunately the asshole on Guard duty had fallen asleep. That's when they had the perfect opportunity. Taking advantage of the situation, 4 Union Soldiers crept onto our site. What many did not know was the deadly plan resting in their sick twisted minds. And the worse part, was the effect it would cause on the people. That wasn't all they took that night, they stole artillery, supplies, and shot 2 soldiers. But the lives destroyed that night could never be change, and their past haunts them wherever they go. This was the night we died, and someone else lived.

The last thing, which has grown to be the only thing I remember the most would be the panic, the screams, and rain of terror sweeping over the grounds that night. Fire was burning most things, I just ran. I ran and I ran until I couldn't run no mo. That was the worst thing I could have ever done in my life. I just keep seeing the looks on people's face, sometimes not a sound, just the horrid facial expressions. The people I let down. That's when I discovered the still bleeding dot on my arm. That night I don't know what I felt. I think a part of me died with them.

"Heather". "Heather"! Calls the voice of Sir Ian. His hand on my shoulder trying to shake me out of my mild daydream. "I'm fine, git your hand off me"! I snap. "You got nightmares when you're awake, you got nightmares when your asleep. You weren't the only one to experience what you did Gates. How do you think I felt. Just can't believe you left me there". He says. My eyes narrow. I didn't need his commentary on the situation. "Just stay out of my way boy". I growl walking off toward the lake.

Years after the war, me and the other like me decided to build an old cabin in the forest by the the lake. It always was sunny here, some rare rainy nights, but mostly sunshine. We had what we needed but we were also cut off from human contact. Or at least we tried, some hikers and such come through here, if there smart they usually pass by. Sometimes they don't, and they feel the need to ask questions. Those type of people don't last long, because when they try to shoot us dead the bullet wound only stays open for a quick flickering second, then closes shut as if nothing had ever happened. The first time it happened and we discovered this enhancement was when we were walking in the woods and were questioned by a group of Union Calvary. The bullet and wound disintegrated and destroyed. No remains, no particles, no sign of being shot in any way.

Last month things got wildly out of control, a farmer brought an entire group of people up here just to try and take us down. It did not end well. We figured out if a wound is deep enough it can still become infected, and we had to step outside our boundary and step into the human world.

Surprisingly it went alright, no questions asked.

But the last we needed was more people.