An unlikely Hero (1/5)

Immortality is not what it is made out to be.

It promises all the time in the world, all the opportunities. That is why it is so seductive to mortals, for there is one thing mortals do not have in abundance. Time. There is always something more they wanted to do, more to see, more to experience. More they did not get around to doing.

So they wish for more time, one more opportunity. Therefore, immortality, an eternity of opportunities, sounds like a dream come true.

It is a lie. Immortality is a nightmare. It is suffering.

Eternal suffering, making you wish you would die and giving you the knowledge that you will not. Of course, it is fun for a few years, decades even. But when you have seen your colleagues and friends die one by one, when you have seen your children die from old age… you realise the truth of it.

Only then it is too late to repent, too late to go back. My master, the vampire who turned me hundreds of years ago (I forgot how long ago it actually was) tried to warn me. She told me of her heartbreak, of her never-ending grief.

But I was young, stupid…and so very mortal. I cast away her warnings only to lament forty years later. Maybe it was fifty. It did not matter then and it does not matter now. At the graves of my children I lamented, regretted my choice for immortality and against my family. Too late.

But that day, I made another choice. If I was damned to wander this world until the end of time, I would try to help, I would learn, I would teach as best I could.