The Dance of Eternity ✓

Z E R O

The rain is heavy as it pours on my umbrella. Walking down the empty streets in the dead of night when it's raining is not my finest moment but then again I have all the moments in the world. A little water has never hurt anyone - technically it has, but we're not going into the details.

It's just barely past midnight and while the night is still young it's hard to spot anyone out here during this rain. Most tend to stay away from it, for a good reason for course. All I have is my thoughts as I go down the streets, not bothering to remember where I'm walking to and neither does it matter anyway.

Sighing as my toes are getting wet through the sneakers that I'm wearing. Once again, not my finest moment. A shiver runs through my body as the cold has begun to bite me but that doesn't matter to me. I'm used to the cold and it's like a tickle now.

After about ten or so minutes but who's counting? I stop near a bench and sit down. Still holding the umbrella as while I'm going to get wet on my behind and feet, I don't want my hair to get wet. Call me a drama queen but I don't like it when my hair gets wet, it gets all tangly and it's hard to brush through the thick mane that I have. Still, showers are an exception though.

One of my hands is holding the umbrella while the other one is in my pocket . Sitting there I stare out into the world, the same world that I've been staring at for years and I can't help but wonder; when will it end? Will it ever end?

Those questions I have actually wondered my whole life but never gotten an answer to and I don't think I ever will get a clear answer or an answer at all. That is just one of those mysteries that the world doesn't want to be revealed I suppose.

The minutes which feel like milliseconds for me pass by and as I stare out there. The rain begins to slow down and is not quite as heavy as it was before, but still raging on. I can hear the sounds and through the years I have never found that the sound of rain gets boring.

Perhaps because it reminds me of a time when I believed my life was perfect, a time when I did not have to think of myself as a curse on this earth. The rain always brings me back to the time that I lived an actual adventure and not just the adventure of my forever long life. It brings me back to the year 1658 when I first met him...

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It was an ordinary day back then. Or as ordinary as it can be for someone like me. Someone who has lived for many years and can never be given freedom. Living forever was never something that I wanted nor have I ever wanted it and that day I was in the town, buying myself a new gown for the upcoming wedding of my friend.

A lovely woman that I cared deeply for, and she wanted me to be in her wedding. She knew of my secret, and she knew who or rather what I was, and she never told anyone, even until the day that she died. Her name was Marianna, and she was a woman that is rare to see in the world, a true wonder.

She put all others above herself and took in children and people who were homeless or had lost someone, and she made sure that they were fed and well. While that was not the case for me, she still took me in. However, that day in the town when I went to the market to look at the gowns a riot was taking place.

It was not out of the ordinary to see people like that but then again I ignored it like I always did and went on with my day. I spoke to some ladies that were there and chatted along with them for quite some time. They of course knew of the wedding and helped me pick the right gown.

That day I did not know that when I would come back to the house a surprise would be waiting for me. A surprise that would change my life forever and coming from a person that has lived for many, many years that is a lot. I had bought a gown and I headed home, or to the place which I called home; Marianna's house.

She was wealthy from both sides of her family and her betrothed was wealthy as well but gold never mattered to her. All she wanted was to help people who were lost and perhaps alone in the world. Still, to this day I do not know why she was so kind or generous but that was the way that she was.

By the time that I walked through the doors, she was not in the kitchen as she was usually. Preparing a large evening meal is what she loved more than anything. She always used to say that food brings people together, and she was correct on that. It can bring people together and it did bring people together.

However, food was not what brought someone to me. I looked for her around the house to show her the gown as she requested I'd do once I go back and what I found odd is that I found her in one of the guest bedrooms. Tending to an injured man.

I'll give you a hint; that was the surprise that would change my life forever. In which way? It depends on whom you ask but let me tell you a story of what happened in the year 1658 and you can be the judge of that yourself.