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Rebirth

I rolled over and vomited in the grass. I don’t care how many times you do it; dying hurts. It felt like hours before I could look around. A field. Nothing I recognized.

I’m one of a few dozen Immortals. We don’t age or need to eat. And if you kill us we wake up weeks later and miles away. It hurts like hell though; imagine the worst hangover you’ve ever had, this is worse.

Night fell slowly, and I staggered to my feet, naked of course. Nothing we have on us travels through the veil of death. Our old bodies don’t last long either, they turn to dust fast.

So what does an Immortal do? Most of us have sampled all the pleasures life has to offer, spent decades studying the natural world, and amassed countless wealth. More than a few of us are in the history books under multiple names. The centuries have made us cynical, and most other Immortals are wrapped up only in their own interests.

Me, though? I’ll keep wrecking their plans til my next dying breath. I picked a direction at random and started walking.

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