The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
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A new swordmaster has emerged. ss his teenage features, looking no more than 20 years old. A genius! He was a genius seen in millennia!
This news spread around life fire. As evvsy eating to pay attention to someone's granny-like nagging.
Noticing no reaction would come from her, Ian could only shake his head and attack his own plate of meat. The food he'd requested was prepared by the time the duel ended, so the group went straight to the dining table. As expected, everything presented in front of him was carefully cooked, delicious, and of top quality. It seemed like Rosalyn had taken his request way too seriously and Ian was grateful for that.
For the next couple of minutes, everyone was busy eating, with the occasional jingling of utensils being the only sound in the room. It was only after almost everyone was done with the main dish that someone finally spoke up.
"Should I prepare the meeting room?"