"27", he replies. "You?"
"It's unimportant".
His brilliant features shine delicately in the mild light of the moon. His underlying layer of innocence gave away this time. His belief in the world as a changeable place, his need to cure everyone's pain, his desire to reach out to me, all of this make my gut wrench with guilt. I cannot give him hope beyond this. I cannot let him pursue the unreal. He's too young, too reckless, too precious. He must me saved. He must trust me.
"hello, miss?"
"let's meet at the citadel tomorrow? Please, it's important"
"...No! "
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Immortal Peril
FantasyLinda is a Perpetua, a person historians kept alive to know about the past and tell the future beings the mysteries the age old held. Some ulterior motives untold. Some madness blurred. Her age, unfathomable. Her story, astonishingly unreal.
