The Eyes

The Immortals

-Cyprio-

I had Julie going through all her life decisions in her mind’s eye again, to make sure the Eye of Death would not deny her like Life had. While she was in the process, I reluctantly went to talk with Avila and Vincent. I was worried about her safety. I knew the Powers were volatile. It hurt to only be able to be in one place at a time. How did mortals do it?

Avila was already talking to Vincent before I arrived. I could hear them speaking from the bedroom door. “-things you couldn’t do before?”

“There are some things. . .”

I started to walk forward. The last person I recall being brought back to life had a god complex and wasn’t to be trusted. The Resurrected have had many names in my day: gods, angels, healers. But one thing they always had in common was that they were unnatural and they knew it. Things would come for them for as simple as company, or for something more sinister.

I entered the room and sat myself by my wife. I sat close, but the only person who seemed to notice was Vincent. He stopped speaking upon my arrival. He stared at me, looking above my head. I suspected he was looking at the numbers he saw floating. My number is constantly changing, never staying any one thing for more than a second. “I am immortal. And technically so are you.”

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re looking at my number. My number is undefined. And so is yours. It should be negative, am I correct?” The look of pain on his face showed me that it was true. I wanted to embrace my grandson. He was the only member of my family that I have met. It was selfish and wrong for me to be happy he was brought back, but because of this I was able to meet him. This would be fresh in my mind for the next millennia. I would probably never make another family for myself. This one was all I needed, all I wanted.

My other parts yelled in anger. My mind can digress. I shook myself mentally and took in a breath. I never needed to really breathe, but it was quite soothing. “You are a type of immortal that will only die if you are murdered again.”

Vincent looked down at his lap, where his hands rested. “The number over Julie’s head changed. What does that mean?” He looked back up to me for answers. This made my chest fill with warmth. The ice was breaking.

“The Eyes must have changed the number. What is it now?” The curiosity always got me.

He bit his lip and looked pensive. “It’s like yours, but it doesn’t change as fast.”

Avila placed her hand over mine in a small gesture of affection and looked up at me. “Could she be immortal now too?”

“I have never heard of it, but it is possible. The Eyes could have fancied her and grow tired of switching Holders. Maybe they are just settling down.”

Vincent looked up suddenly. I followed his eyes, and Julie stood at the door way. She smiled, looking very wore down, almost sickly, but she did have the other Eye in the socket. That’s all that mattered. “The Power of Death said he wouldn’t claim you or me,” she spoke. Her voice cracked and sounded raspy. She must have been speaking with the Powers. It takes so much out of a person, especially human.

So they were both immortals. My grandson would stay for as long as he liked, and so could the girl. It was foreign to feel this. It was happiness. My heart wasn’t filled with the overwhelming sadness, knowing everyone I’ve come to love would be dead before me, long, long before me. I allowed myself to smile as truly as I had in years. My other pieces were weeping with joy. Finally, I wouldn’t be alone.