Entering the great doors of the Mansion, Anne looks amazed the great hall, everything was so brand new, totally different from the outside look.
"Incredible! Looking outside it's like a haunted house, you don't have ghosts slaves or something i guess?" - Said Anne full of curiosity.
"What? No, i would never turn a ghost my slave, ghosts need to be set free, not to stay on this plane of existence"- Replied Tarok surprised by the question.
"She felt better pretty quick, is like everything is so new to her... i see this bright on her eyes..."- Though him looking to Anne as she starts to wander on the hall.
Anne suddenly stops at a great picture of a white knight, he looked massive using the shiny armor.
"Oh my god... who's this on the picture?" - asked her amazed.
"This one? It's me when I was used to be a knight..." - said him smiling.
"Wait... you? But you are a kind of... mage, correct? Why would you wear this armor and act like a knight?"- said Anne doubtful.
"This was a looooong time ago, I wanted two things, stay hidden and avoid magic, so the best conclusion was to wear a helmet and a knight armor, so I would simply became another wanderer knight of the epoch." -said Tarok looking to the picture.
"Oh... that make sense... wait a second, of the epoch?! But I learned on history that this was like... thousands years ago... how you?" - Said Anne surprised
Tarok briefly laughs.
"I'm pretty much preserved, as you can see." - said Tarok bowing.
"How... how old are you?" - asked her curious.
"Good question... I lost the count on maybe... two thousands? I'm not sure, maybe three..."- Said Tarok holding his chin doubtful.
Anne was speechless, she just stared to him paralyzed, he looked like a man of about thirty years, if not less.
"Are you... immor... immor..." -stammered Anne.
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Apocalyptos
FantasyA history about an old Mage that decided to live isolated from all world, but his destiny is about to change after meeting a tormented girl...
