Eternal
It takes you a few seconds, but you soon yield to the inevitable.
You’re tired of conflict. While it is true that war, bloodshed and the like are the very core of your essence and you do enjoy such things, you have to wonder is that what you really want? Do you wish to be nothing but destruction personified forever? (Or at least until the Death God has no further use for you?)
You don’t know. Part of it has its appeal to you and if things were different maybe you’d choose such a role.
However the Death God has offered you a chance to be with your first and only true love, Alison. Your time with her was STILL the happiest you ever were during your life. How can you possibly pass up such a chance? A chance to be with her forever.
You smile at this prospect and with this idea in mind you collapse to the floor before the Death God.
“I…am done…take…me…back to my…Alison…” you struggle to say as you feel all life leaving your body.
The Death God hovers above you.
“As you wish Eternal. I admit I did not expect you to make this choice. It is a difficult thing for most to deny their nature and pursue another path…but then I also understand the desire to be reunited with that one true love. Many should be so lucky to experience such a thing one day.”
With the Death God’s last words to you, your life force ends and everything goes black.
When you wake up you find yourself in a much different place. You’re lying in a bed first of all. Upon sitting up and looking about the room, it appears that you’re in some sort of house. A single closed door leads out, but before you even get out of the bed, you hear footsteps coming towards you.
Instinctively you reach for a weapon, but you have none, instead you ready yourself to cast a spell.
The door opens and a blonde woman in casual clothing with a sword in hand appears.
It’s Alison.
“Who are…wait…I feel like I should know you…do I know you?” she asks.
“It’s me! Alison, surely you know who I am?” you remark.
“I’m not sure.”
You begin to slightly panic and get up off the bed to approach her, she doesn’t sheath her weapon, but she’s no longer holding it up in a threatening manner.
“Alison, I’m your husband. We met while serving the Empire.”
“Empire? Husband? I’m sorry, but I’m just not quite placing you…what are you doing in my house and how do you know my name?”
“I came here to be with you! We fought in the Felkan War together! We loved one another and were married! You died while on a carriage ride back home from an assassin! Please! Listen to me, you have to remember!”
You begin to wonder if this was the Death God’s elaborate joke on you. Putting you with your true love only for her to not remember you. You’re just about to curse the god, you hear hope.
“Wait…I vaguely remember. Yes, we do know each other...”
“Yes! We were together! We were married!”
“I’m still not sure, but you seem very sincere and I can’t deny that you aren’t familiar to me. I’m not sure about all the other stuff you’re talking about though. It sounds very interesting though, why don’t you tell me all about it, I don’t get many visitors out here so I’m happy for the company. Try not to talk so fast this time; I didn’t even catch most of what you said before. I could’ve sworn you told me I died and that’s just ridiculous of course!” Alison chuckles, puts away her sword and tells you to follow her to the kitchen.
What was supposed to be a happy occasion is turning out to be a frustrating one, but at least Alison is being friendly with you. You’re wondering what exactly is going on here. Why can’t she remember anything?
In the brief time between walking from the bedroom to the kitchen you try to come up with some sort of explanation. She doesn’t even know she’s dead or you’re dead for that matter. Is this some sort of “new life” for her? Seems sort of an odd one; you never pictured Alison living in a place like this, which while a nice home it’s seemingly too peaceful. And that’s far from the type of military background that she came from, though she still has a sword for protection you guess, so some things must not have changed.
While she’s pouring some water from a pitcher into a mug, you decide that maybe you should ask some questions.
“Alison, how long have you lived here?”
“Oh, I dunno. I feel like I’ve lived here all my life, it’s a nice place though so no point in moving.”
“Where does the food come from? Do you farm or something?”
“Me? No, I wouldn’t know how. Sometimes I do a little hunting in the woods nearby, plenty of wildlife to provide meat. Got a garden outback too and sometimes I tend it, but the funny thing is it doesn’t seem to need it. Always has fresh vegetables and fruit available. Guess I just got strong healthy plants.”
“I see. So what about people? Have you ever seen anyone else?”
“Not really. There has been the occasional traveller passing through, usually they just smile and wave. Most are very friendly. In fact I believe you’re the first person besides myself that’s ever set foot inside my home. Here’s some water, you look a bit thirsty.”
“Uh, thanks…” you say and take the water.
Upon drinking it, it’s some of the best water you’ve tasted in…well you don’t know whenever you’ve appreciated water or food for that matter. You just ate and drank because you had to usually. Never got any sort of enjoyment out of it.
“Where does this water come from? No, wait let me guess a sparkling stream.” You say.
“Ha ha! No, it comes from a well out front, but there is a river that runs through the woods nearby. Doesn’t sparkle though.” Alison says smiling at what she believes is a small joke on your part.
“Well, I guess not everything is perfect.” You say.
“Well of course not everything is perfect, sometimes I even have problems with gnolls.”
“Gnolls?”
“Yeah sometimes a few of them pop up and harass me. Nothing major though, I usually just chop some of their heads off and the rest go running off. I’m pretty good with my sword, so they’re more comical and annoying than actually dangerous.
You touch Alison’s hand from across the table. She gives you a look of confusion, but doesn’t pull away.
“Alison listen to me. You used to fight gnolls while serving in the Empire army. We even fought many together. Don’t you remember any of that?”
“No…no can’t say that I do. Don’t remember ever being in any sort of army either, but sounds pretty exciting. You say we fought together? Tell me all about it. In fact why don’t you tell me all that stuff you were talking about before? It isn’t like I have anything better to do and I’m enjoying your company.”
Seeing no better option you do just that. You focus on when you first met and everything involving her. You try to stick to major events hoping that those will spur her memory the most, but mostly because you’re having trouble remembering all the details yourself.
Alison hangs on your every word and is enjoying your story. You have to admit even though you’re not entirely sure you’re getting through to her, you’re appreciating the time you’re spending with her.
After you’re done you’re almost feeling a bit dizzy.
“Wow, that’s some tale. And you say that was us huh? Wish I could remember it. Hey, wait didn’t you say I died earlier? What was that all about?” Alison asks.
You look at Alison as she waits for your answer. You are about to explain again, but then realize that it won’t do any good.
“…nothing. I was just saying something outlandish to get your attention because I really wanted you to remember me.”
“Well I suppose it did get my attention. Hmm seems to be getting dark outside, guess you better stay here for the night. Let me…” Alison suddenly gets up from her chair and stops speaking and stares off into the distance.
“Alison?”
Her head turns toward you.
“I…I think I remember…”
“You do?” you say standing up hopefully.
“Yes…I…mean not all of it. But I DO remember YOU. I remember that we were married! I loved you! Why were we apart? What…what…happened?” Alison asks.
“We were separated for many years due to forces beyond our control, but none of that matters, what matters now is that I’ve found you and we can be together again. I have come home and we will be together for all eternity now!” you remark.
You open up your arms to hug her and within that moment tears well up in her eyes and she embraces you.
Once again you feel the warmth of her body and the taste of her lips. A feeling you missed so much, but now that has changed forever.
Alison and you hold each other for a long time as if the pair of you are going to be split from each other again even though that will never be the case again.
The pair of you then retire to the bedroom and reunite in the way that lovers do.
The next morning you wake up beside Alison who smiles sweetly to you and kisses you on the cheek. You enjoy her affection, but you feel a bit strange.
“Good morning my love. Did you sleep well?” Alison asks.
“Yeah, but I feel a little weird.” You say.
“How do you mean? Like sick?”
“No, I feel fine. I dunno, I can’t explain it. I do know I’m happy to be with you though.”
This comment earns you another kiss and the pair of you get up to start the day, though to be honest you aren’t sure what you’ll do with yourself. Everything seems to be taken care of already; maybe you could hunt you suppose. (Or kill gnolls if they show up)
A little later when you’re still pondering on what to do with your day, Alison asks you some more about the stories you told her. She says that maybe she’ll remember more stuff if you tell them again. She also asks what you’ve been doing since you lost contact with her.
And the strangest thing is you don’t know. Your mind is completely blank. In fact you barely remember the stories you did tell Alison.
“That’s odd. I can’t remember.” You say.
“Really? You seemed to tell them in great detail yesterday considering you spent the whole day telling me the stories. Oh well I’m sure if they are really important you’ll remember again. Just like I remembered you!” Alison says.
You smile at her comment and tell Alison that you’re taking her bow to hunt and will be back later.
Another day and night passes and when you wake up this time you remember nothing of your old life at all. Alison doesn’t remember anything you told her either and the pair of you are unaware of the last two days even occurring.
The only constant is that the pair of you know that you’re married and you love one another and that this has always been the case for as long as you both can remember.
And so you and Alison live together in eternal bliss.
You’re tired of conflict. While it is true that war, bloodshed and the like are the very core of your essence and you do enjoy such things, you have to wonder is that what you really want? Do you wish to be nothing but destruction personified forever? (Or at least until the Death God has no further use for you?)
You don’t know. Part of it has its appeal to you and if things were different maybe you’d choose such a role.
However the Death God has offered you a chance to be with your first and only true love, Alison. Your time with her was STILL the happiest you ever were during your life. How can you possibly pass up such a chance? A chance to be with her forever.
You smile at this prospect and with this idea in mind you collapse to the floor before the Death God.
“I…am done…take…me…back to my…Alison…” you struggle to say as you feel all life leaving your body.
The Death God hovers above you.
“As you wish Eternal. I admit I did not expect you to make this choice. It is a difficult thing for most to deny their nature and pursue another path…but then I also understand the desire to be reunited with that one true love. Many should be so lucky to experience such a thing one day.”
With the Death God’s last words to you, your life force ends and everything goes black.
When you wake up you find yourself in a much different place. You’re lying in a bed first of all. Upon sitting up and looking about the room, it appears that you’re in some sort of house. A single closed door leads out, but before you even get out of the bed, you hear footsteps coming towards you.
Instinctively you reach for a weapon, but you have none, instead you ready yourself to cast a spell.
The door opens and a blonde woman in casual clothing with a sword in hand appears.
It’s Alison.
“Who are…wait…I feel like I should know you…do I know you?” she asks.
“It’s me! Alison, surely you know who I am?” you remark.
“I’m not sure.”
You begin to slightly panic and get up off the bed to approach her, she doesn’t sheath her weapon, but she’s no longer holding it up in a threatening manner.
“Alison, I’m your husband. We met while serving the Empire.”
“Empire? Husband? I’m sorry, but I’m just not quite placing you…what are you doing in my house and how do you know my name?”
“I came here to be with you! We fought in the Felkan War together! We loved one another and were married! You died while on a carriage ride back home from an assassin! Please! Listen to me, you have to remember!”
You begin to wonder if this was the Death God’s elaborate joke on you. Putting you with your true love only for her to not remember you. You’re just about to curse the god, you hear hope.
“Wait…I vaguely remember. Yes, we do know each other...”
“Yes! We were together! We were married!”
“I’m still not sure, but you seem very sincere and I can’t deny that you aren’t familiar to me. I’m not sure about all the other stuff you’re talking about though. It sounds very interesting though, why don’t you tell me all about it, I don’t get many visitors out here so I’m happy for the company. Try not to talk so fast this time; I didn’t even catch most of what you said before. I could’ve sworn you told me I died and that’s just ridiculous of course!” Alison chuckles, puts away her sword and tells you to follow her to the kitchen.
What was supposed to be a happy occasion is turning out to be a frustrating one, but at least Alison is being friendly with you. You’re wondering what exactly is going on here. Why can’t she remember anything?
In the brief time between walking from the bedroom to the kitchen you try to come up with some sort of explanation. She doesn’t even know she’s dead or you’re dead for that matter. Is this some sort of “new life” for her? Seems sort of an odd one; you never pictured Alison living in a place like this, which while a nice home it’s seemingly too peaceful. And that’s far from the type of military background that she came from, though she still has a sword for protection you guess, so some things must not have changed.
While she’s pouring some water from a pitcher into a mug, you decide that maybe you should ask some questions.
“Alison, how long have you lived here?”
“Oh, I dunno. I feel like I’ve lived here all my life, it’s a nice place though so no point in moving.”
“Where does the food come from? Do you farm or something?”
“Me? No, I wouldn’t know how. Sometimes I do a little hunting in the woods nearby, plenty of wildlife to provide meat. Got a garden outback too and sometimes I tend it, but the funny thing is it doesn’t seem to need it. Always has fresh vegetables and fruit available. Guess I just got strong healthy plants.”
“I see. So what about people? Have you ever seen anyone else?”
“Not really. There has been the occasional traveller passing through, usually they just smile and wave. Most are very friendly. In fact I believe you’re the first person besides myself that’s ever set foot inside my home. Here’s some water, you look a bit thirsty.”
“Uh, thanks…” you say and take the water.
Upon drinking it, it’s some of the best water you’ve tasted in…well you don’t know whenever you’ve appreciated water or food for that matter. You just ate and drank because you had to usually. Never got any sort of enjoyment out of it.
“Where does this water come from? No, wait let me guess a sparkling stream.” You say.
“Ha ha! No, it comes from a well out front, but there is a river that runs through the woods nearby. Doesn’t sparkle though.” Alison says smiling at what she believes is a small joke on your part.
“Well, I guess not everything is perfect.” You say.
“Well of course not everything is perfect, sometimes I even have problems with gnolls.”
“Gnolls?”
“Yeah sometimes a few of them pop up and harass me. Nothing major though, I usually just chop some of their heads off and the rest go running off. I’m pretty good with my sword, so they’re more comical and annoying than actually dangerous.
You touch Alison’s hand from across the table. She gives you a look of confusion, but doesn’t pull away.
“Alison listen to me. You used to fight gnolls while serving in the Empire army. We even fought many together. Don’t you remember any of that?”
“No…no can’t say that I do. Don’t remember ever being in any sort of army either, but sounds pretty exciting. You say we fought together? Tell me all about it. In fact why don’t you tell me all that stuff you were talking about before? It isn’t like I have anything better to do and I’m enjoying your company.”
Seeing no better option you do just that. You focus on when you first met and everything involving her. You try to stick to major events hoping that those will spur her memory the most, but mostly because you’re having trouble remembering all the details yourself.
Alison hangs on your every word and is enjoying your story. You have to admit even though you’re not entirely sure you’re getting through to her, you’re appreciating the time you’re spending with her.
After you’re done you’re almost feeling a bit dizzy.
“Wow, that’s some tale. And you say that was us huh? Wish I could remember it. Hey, wait didn’t you say I died earlier? What was that all about?” Alison asks.
You look at Alison as she waits for your answer. You are about to explain again, but then realize that it won’t do any good.
“…nothing. I was just saying something outlandish to get your attention because I really wanted you to remember me.”
“Well I suppose it did get my attention. Hmm seems to be getting dark outside, guess you better stay here for the night. Let me…” Alison suddenly gets up from her chair and stops speaking and stares off into the distance.
“Alison?”
Her head turns toward you.
“I…I think I remember…”
“You do?” you say standing up hopefully.
“Yes…I…mean not all of it. But I DO remember YOU. I remember that we were married! I loved you! Why were we apart? What…what…happened?” Alison asks.
“We were separated for many years due to forces beyond our control, but none of that matters, what matters now is that I’ve found you and we can be together again. I have come home and we will be together for all eternity now!” you remark.
You open up your arms to hug her and within that moment tears well up in her eyes and she embraces you.
Once again you feel the warmth of her body and the taste of her lips. A feeling you missed so much, but now that has changed forever.
Alison and you hold each other for a long time as if the pair of you are going to be split from each other again even though that will never be the case again.
The pair of you then retire to the bedroom and reunite in the way that lovers do.
The next morning you wake up beside Alison who smiles sweetly to you and kisses you on the cheek. You enjoy her affection, but you feel a bit strange.
“Good morning my love. Did you sleep well?” Alison asks.
“Yeah, but I feel a little weird.” You say.
“How do you mean? Like sick?”
“No, I feel fine. I dunno, I can’t explain it. I do know I’m happy to be with you though.”
This comment earns you another kiss and the pair of you get up to start the day, though to be honest you aren’t sure what you’ll do with yourself. Everything seems to be taken care of already; maybe you could hunt you suppose. (Or kill gnolls if they show up)
A little later when you’re still pondering on what to do with your day, Alison asks you some more about the stories you told her. She says that maybe she’ll remember more stuff if you tell them again. She also asks what you’ve been doing since you lost contact with her.
And the strangest thing is you don’t know. Your mind is completely blank. In fact you barely remember the stories you did tell Alison.
“That’s odd. I can’t remember.” You say.
“Really? You seemed to tell them in great detail yesterday considering you spent the whole day telling me the stories. Oh well I’m sure if they are really important you’ll remember again. Just like I remembered you!” Alison says.
You smile at her comment and tell Alison that you’re taking her bow to hunt and will be back later.
Another day and night passes and when you wake up this time you remember nothing of your old life at all. Alison doesn’t remember anything you told her either and the pair of you are unaware of the last two days even occurring.
The only constant is that the pair of you know that you’re married and you love one another and that this has always been the case for as long as you both can remember.
And so you and Alison live together in eternal bliss.
