A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
"Immortal? He got famous recently, err, two centuries ago, I think." Sonya tapped her lower lip and looked into the distance, trying to recall the relevant information.
Even though he knew it was the norm, Varian's lips still twitched at 'recent' and 'two centuries' used in the same breath.
He'd have beaten up if anyone else was spewing stuff like that. But this was his sister-in-law, more or less. Still, that didn't mean it could be forgiven.
Varian's eyes gleamed with a soft blue light.
"Ouch!" Yelping out of blue, Sonya clutched her forehead in surprise and looked around in confusion. Someone definitely flicked their finger at her forehead.
An invisible enemy? Assassin?
To stay with her sister and repent her sin, the woman resolved herself even against an overwhelming enemy when a voice sounded in her mind.
'In which world is 200 years a recent thing? Please speak English.'
'But that is recen—ouch!'