The Mortal Immortal
Athenia's days had been the brightest as of late, but she never expected to see a stranger in her domain who's gonna make things worse. Sitting in front of her from the moment she woke up, a shriveled man with gray hair and sunken eyes, sat in a chair smiling.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" She demanded, her voice grumbling with authority.
Yet the man seemed unimpressed and instead of answering, he leaned back on the wooden chair he'd brought and stretched his arms yawning. As he leaned back forward, Athenia's dark eyes were frowning with rage.
"Your name or I'll crumble your soul to bits," holding herself back, she tried to only warn him without jumping ahead and doing it. "Tell me your name and how you got here, otherwise I would have no choice but to–"