Essential Beings (Thantola)

I

Y'shtola never fell in love. 

It wasn't as if it was her goal to avoid it, she hated it in fact. If she could easily fall in love, mayhap she wouldn't have seen everyone and everything she cared for die before her. 

She was immortal, or at least, thats what they called her. For the first few hundred years of being in the prime of her early twenties, young Y'shtola Rhul enjoyed watching the world change around her. Ever the sucker for knowledge, she was thrilled to learn about any new change that happened in the world. 

A many of scholars over the years would consult her on a many of things, she was, after all, considered to be the most knowledgeable being in existence. At least, she had been. 

At some point, Y'shtola stopped counting the years that went by and couldn't bring herself to keep up to date with the new world. She gave up on leaving her home in search of someone she could love, instead favouring the books in her personal library. 

After all these years of hiding away, no one outside was even sure if she was still living. She never answered the door and never seemed to leave her home. It was as if she disappeared off the face of the planet. So what happened? 

It was probably close to 6:00 am when Y'shtola rose from bed. It was the same every morning, she had to wait about two minutes for her grey eyes to adjust to the light in the room and when they did, she would stretch so far that her ears would flick in time with her heartbeat. 

This morning was no different. After stretching, Y'shtola lifted herself out of bed with a yawn, her teeth grinding slightly as her mouth closed. She padded across the room to her wardrobe where, when opened, revealed tunics that went out of fashion in Eorzea about three hundred years ago. At least, that was her estimate. Had she really not been outside in three hundred years? 

She shook her head vigorously, now was not the time to think about that. Her world consisted of this two bedroom home that she kept standing from the inside. Only Llymlaen knows how it is being held up from the outside. It was probably covered head to toe in ivy for all Y'shtola knew. 

She walked past her kitchen, knowing that even if she didn't eat again, she'd be okay. It's not like her body changed anymore. She never seemed to get thinner, and starvation was never an issue. So, she didn't even turn her head on her way to her library. 

Upon stepping in, Y'shtola reached for the nearest tomb, which she happened to know was an old Ishgardian tale, The Boy and the Dragon Gay, most likely lost to time. She sat down in her old cushioned loveseat, running her fingers over the time worn spine of the book she must've read hundreds, if not thousands, of times. 

In a bleak village on the outskirts of Coerthas there lived a shepherd boy, poor but kind of heart. 

One day a band of ruffians came and spirited the boy away, seeking to deliver him to a slave trader in hopes of earning some coin-

Y'shtola's inner thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at her door. She looked up, her left ear flicking. It had been a long while since anyone knocked here, perhaps some child had been dared to approach her home by a fellow peer? It wasn't as if she planned on answering the door, and she doubted another knock would sound, so she entranced herself within the tale again. 

No sooner had they left the village than they were set upon by a great dragon. Down from the heavens it swooped, tearing the blackgaurds limb from limb and charring their carcasses with hellsfire. 

But it was by no mere chance that the great wyrm had found them, no! The boy had befriended the great wyrm some time ago, and it had sensed the danger to its dear friend-