The Immortal

Prologue - 1916

The sky outside was dark and gloomy, just as the graveyard. Trees swayed in the harsh wind, spilling leaves amongst the small town. If one peered close enough, they would be able to make out the shaking figure of a young male, no older than twenty - or so it seemed.

Standing near a small grave he stood, tears falling down his eyes. Oh how he hated this dark and cruel world, never letting him grow old with his beloved. He hugged his large jacket closer to himself, wobbling on both knees. A plethora of passersby directed words of sympathy at him, but nothing would really help.

To the world he resided in, it seemed as if he was a young man crying over the death of a mother, possibly a grandmother. Yet, to him, he was crying over the beautiful woman he had lost over and over again, regretting her return as each passed. No one understood, and no one ever would.

The man had endured so much pain throughout his thousands of years of existence. Reaching from the time the Romans took control of Judea to World War One, the man had been through nearly everything the cruel world had to offer him.

He had met a beautiful young woman by the name of Naomi one hundred years after his creation. They had fallen deeply in love and started a family. The night of their first son's birth, Naomi had contracted a gruesome disease, killing her once the young boy was born. The man had taken care of the child until he had turned seven, then leaving him in the care of an elderly couple from his village. He watched as his son grew old and started a family of his own, feeling a burst of pride each time he saw one of his grandchildren.

Years later, he met Naomi, yet this time she was the daughter of a local tradesman. Once more, they fell deeply in love. Convinced they'd be together forever, they wed two months after their first meeting. After bearing three children to the man, Naomi left him. Why, he never knew, but he still cared for the children. Once they were old enough, he once again left them in the care of some villagers, and once again watched them age.

These events occurred over centuries, tiring the young man out. Though, little did he know, his name was heard throughout nations. A mythical creature, he was told to be.

A mythical creature by the name of August.