Immortal. It is a word. There are untold billions of words in all of the dialects of all of the languages that are, were, and even those that have yet to be born. But this one word, ‘Immortal’, bears the greatest relevance to this tale.

They were born from man. They were born from fire. They are the ones that will linger on through the ages. Many of them have known Death’s fickle embrace. But some remain that have existed for millenia. The ageless ones. However, even those that have died still exist. This is how They are. They do not know true death.

They have taken many forms across the ages. Sometimes they have existed freely, in other lifetimes they have been bound. There are untold billions of words in all of the dialects of all of the languages that are, were, and even those that have yet to be born. And they form the Immortals, which have met our new generation in a new form. Although I may die, I shall exist as a possible string of these words for the rest of eternity.

I am an Immortal.