Imortality in human form

Ammon 4

she was everything and nothing at the same time, i had been waiting for her  love to fall open as a flower on spring, but she kept things from me, she silenced herself and dug a grave and hid that side of her, making her even more desirable to men as myself, i had hid under books and texts and old manuscripts to this day i steal from my parents, they still wonder what i have done to their child they don't recognize me anymore, i a man of twenty four, left them a decade ago and never came back to check on them, they still hold an altar for me in the middle of their house, and i say their because i will never be the son they lost.

the root the man hands over has every color of the rainbow honestly it was more of a beauty than a root dug from the ocean  i hand over the twenty coints from my pocket to the old man that seems to know a secret we still have not come accross, i slide the root to Anthea and she smiles, she made a promise and to this day i have not lost my faith in her, she hide the root inside a pocket of her dress and stares up at me with the ocean in her irisis

"we should get moving i don't like to travel at dawn" and she turns and leaves, me trailing after her. As does my heart.

the sun loweres its guard and the golden hues mix with rosy pink tones and as Anthea travels down the once before crowded and polluted streets of Bohemian, now she walks with her arms around herself her purple hood up and her teal dress dragging after her, she walks in stone shoes i stole one morning from a neighboring shop and as she stood there barefooted before i presented them i knew i would forever love this girl with no ambition but the hope and faith she posseses to keep ahead with the inovative reaserch that there is more to life than dying old and not being rich enough to get where you always dreamed to be.

Kal, city of gods

8 pm southeastern time

"the only thing we need may take some more time than that we have, it will be somewhere you will hate" she smiles up at me and shows me the translated text of the book i stole from my father yesterday,

_ for eternity to be of a mortal, thou must travel far beyond the city and die as a animal in the jungle of Naufik, there will be no elixir for anyone can reach but a flower as golden as gold the jungle may try to keep. fight the giant that guards it and maybe you shall live._

it all was a cryptic message in a bottle and the mention that the flower of Naufik might just be the death of us both, 

Death

the only constant in the game we were playing, the only thing we feared the most but also the only hope we had in us surviving it was in this potion of life Anthea was so stubborn to obtain.