Legends of Ambrosia: The Immortals

In the land of Ambrosia, there was a legend of a race of unkillable humans. Their blood was unlimited and their bodies do not decay. Werebeasts and Night lurkers cannot kill them. The strongest poison do not affect them. I believed this only to be a child's bedtime story. No knife can pierce your body, no illness can win you over and time is your comrade? Yeah, rubbish. This stems from our inner fear of death, and our inability to accept that our time is finite. So what happens when one is immortal? Would that person be happy? Lonely? Sad? Maybe even arrogant or ecstatic? I'm figuring that out as well. It's hard to seep into the mind of someone who cannot die. It will forever be a mystery for we who can in fact cease to exist. but as I stare in to the depths of what's left of the faint color blue in her eyes, sullen and void, a blade deep into her chest as she grips the knife's handle lightly, I might start to understand