My Immortal Chapter 1- Forever
Disclaimer: None of this actually exists, if you find yourself imagining a wonderful world reminiscent of Tolkeins masterpiece, enjoy yourself, however, don't stay long and remember to return to reality.
Note: This story will eventually be a legolas/oc. This is mearly an introduction and focuses on the original character
All the worlds a stage,
and all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts....
None know the absolute monotony of time so well as I. Well, perhaps some do, but they are few and far between. If there are any amongst us now, I know nothing of them, as they tend to miss me in the vague sense that follows my presence. I have not seen an immortal for at least as long as memory should last. It gives me comfort to think there is someone living anonymously as I do and shares in my suffering.
It is strange to live amongst those who see progress in terms of decades and fear their fortieth birthdays. At first I loathed them, my jealousy of their naive mortality. As stagnant and unchanging as I am, I have grown to love them and respect their mundane lives. The rush and adrenaline they must feel knowing they have scant years to create so much and feel so much. It is like watching the rose bloom, it is a wonder to see such beauty rise and fall before your very eyes. I want that, I want that very much. And so today is the day I set out to die...again.
It is five fifteen in the morning, give or take ten minutes. I know this before I even open my eyes. It is a game I used to play, it takes time and practice but somewhere around 350 years ago I learned to feel the circadian rhythms of the world. There is nothing quiet like eternal hope on the air of early dawn, and I find it next to impossible to sleep through such a wonder. I look at the clock and feel, to my surprise, that I am wrong, by 28 minutes. The surprise fades quickly but the euphoria lingers. It is so rare to feel surprise that the feeling buoys me and I am lifted. Slow to awaken, the streets rude noises are a weak attempt at beginning the day. It is strange that I should feel no sense of the world in this place, even if it is at the heart of New York's metropolis where the only natural song comes from the tamed greenery of central park. As I make tea and sift through the paper I actually catch myself humming. Today is a new world. Today I am Jennifer Kelly, medical student.