Invincible

Chapter 3 - Elder

    Years passed, and I watched as my family died of age. First my mother, then my father. Then, as more years passed, even Cheveyo, my brother who I could no longer call little.

It was then that I really began to regret my wish. I felt the same hopeless desperation that I had when Catori died. I tried to seek out the spirit again, but his cave was nowhere to be found.

As the tribe evolved, they began to hold me with greater respect than even the elders. In fact, I became the leading Elder, the one who led rituals and spiritual gatherings.

I told future generations my story, and every other story I'd lived through—that number kept increasing.

I watched as even those future generations, the immature little boys and the fiery little girls, the curious kids begging for stories and going on adventures that reminded me of myself, the strict adults, the mysterious elders, passed away.

I never aged. I always looked exactly the same as I had that fateful day.

Hundreds of years went by, I made friends, I even fell in love sometimes, occasionally it was successful, and other times it was unrequited, and eventually my tribe died out. I was truly alone.

I didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, and as I began to immunize myself against inevitable tragedies, I stopped doing both of those things. I just didn't see the need.

I saw the world change. I saw my old frozen home melt and change into a lush green paradise. I explored a lot, and made friends with animals. None of it mattered, though. They all just died out eventually.

I often tried to find the spirit again. I was never able to.

Thousands of years passed. I wished I wasn't immune to death. I didn't see the point of living anymore.

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