Prologue
Immortality.
For centuries people have desired to transcend the limits of a temporary life, yearning for the ultimately unattainable goal of immortality. The thoughts alone of one being immortal is extremely alluring. To live in an ageless body, eternal youth, have unlimited amount of time in the world to accomplish something that every human being has ever thought of. Immortality has always been a myth, absurd to be exact among the living.
Some may view this a gift from deity's, granting you a unique gift that no other human being has ever received nor will ever be gifted. To be able to forever escape the grasp of death, to be able to search and discover more about the world itself.
Though, while one can view this a gift, that doesn't mean it can go pass by through with out any flaws. One desire to remain ignorant and intentionally set their minds to focus on the pros rather than the cons. Immortality is worse than death.
However, while it does have some various amount of logical arguments for both pros and cons.
Everyone dies. In reality, immortality is nothing more then mortality with no foreseeable end. Unfortunately, having transcended natural deaths, humans will have to face the reality that one day they will perish. Immortality brings nothing more than despair. It's an intriguing thoughts that you get to live many generations to witness what the future has in store.
But, for some sort of prize, you never physically aged, while mentally you do. Your loves ones that you treasure them for life, no matter who they are, you'll outlive them and force to watch them perish away leaving you alone. As the cycle of heartache continues.
Every single individual who were born in your era vanishes while you remain alone. The pain the plunges through, emotionally, physically, or mentally. Discover and witness the gruesome foul fiend actions that every living soul are capable off. Actions that you never thought that a human being would commit an act towards animals or another of their own kind, wether be elderly, men, women, children's, or newborns. It's despicable.
Unfortunately, immortality would soon be plunge through into a single poor soul. A soul who wanders onto his surfaces and watches time continues to pass and leave the previous generations of centuries behind. Long forgotten.
An immature mistake he committed that lead to his unforeseen circumstances. An act that he desperately wishes to undo and forget. The consequences he must forcefully live through and watch people go by and go, to never come cross paths ever again. No matter how many companions, friends, family, comrades, wives, children's he forms. They all soon leave him. With his only curse by his side, his phenomenal power that he burdens with.
A story that will soon outspread across regions, that will inspire fear, awe, and weariness. An unforeseen force storms through the world and shaken its core.
The boy who was, misfortunately, cursed by his own actions that lead him to his own doom.
Tatsumi.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today? Today is the present. The past that you relished and yet deplore. The future that It awaits yet apprehend. This roller coaster, called life, can astounds anybody with a sudden feeling of wonder and astonishment at times or strikes nefariously. At a point it's like a congruous, concordant blend of bliss and felicity and at other times it's just outrageously wicked.
Experiencing mirth at the fullest, then leaves despondent and in a state of melancholy. Patiently waiting anticipating the life's thrilling adventures, waiting to enshroud its deepest mysteries. You knowing that not the perils that life withholds, nevertheless, anybody has the will choose to live it to the fullest and revel every aspect of it.
However, there are plenty of individuals in this world who don't share the same view. Some of their own circumstances plunge by great misfortune while plenty don't see the point nor any reasons to continue living. Although, while misfortune continues to spread across the world to the each living beings and creatures.
A sole who has his days, struggling to continue and live with the lack of reasons, inspiration or motivation to keep on living in his world. A traveler who endlessly witness every aspect of what the world itself has to offer, he'd seen every string of it. The gruesome and disturbing acts that humanity are capable of committing that you would never thought of.
Wars. Wars were fought by turning the strengths of opposing societies into the tools of their destruction. For their greatest strength was their liberalism, their will for all to feel welcome and included in society. All it needed was a shove into politically correct anarchy with the needs of the many being subverted to the needs of a few.
Many deaths, hundreds or thousands, can make a lasting impression to be used for good or bad intentions. Millions of deaths were the ticket, make it bloody enough and people will keep on eating their meals. They just aren't wired to cope with that kind of devastation and so we don't, like a safety shutdown. So the path for the warlords was simple, make sure the death tolls are as high as possible. Wars are always problematic for pointless reasons to fight.
The horrors of countless acts of murders that living beings are capable enough to commit. The sickening smell of metal and rotting flesh blanketing the air in a choking aroma still remains to his senses, a smell that he's familiar with, that he was so used to it. Corpses devoid of skin and pitted by burrowing insects. Just from the sheer thoughts made his stomach heaved, the smell of rotting meat. Most commonly, every soul who were slay, their eyelids commonly stares into nothingness, while their lip-less mouth hung open.
Their final expression: terror. No matter who they were, whether be newborns, adults, elderly, children's, it doesn't matter. Such gruesome acts be used on them to claim their life's for the sheer pleasure of it, the thrill for the hunt, or possessed the strength of unmeasurable, sparing no one.
He'd witnessed it all, but he's the one who shouldn't speak about murder. Regrets and guilt forever plunging within him as days comes and goes. Although, not all acted corrupted, greedy, evil, and power hungry spiritual fiends that were disguised in human flesh. They're still various amount of gentle souls with righteous pure hearts that believe in the good. Unfortunately, they, too, suffered the most; killed, ravaged, taken advantage of their good will. All for nothing. Even some taking on the wrong route, a route that lead themselves into the hands of evil.
Despite the fact that this sole living being spectated the repulsive negatively horizon side of Mother Earth. Though, that doesn't mean he overlooked the positively that the world has to offer.
The beauty in nature. The beauty of nature can have a profound effect upon everyone's senses, those gateways from the outer world to the inner, whether it results in disbelief in its very existence feelings such as awe, wonder, or amazement. In nature beauty may be discerned in all things and places, even in the most unexpected regions of the world. There is beauty in the variety of flowers, birds, animals and plants, many of which are vividly colorful. There is beauty in mountains, valleys and hills, and in the skies. Thus, beauty can be found in all the creations of God.
Such as now, this very moment, the single composed being standing in a isolated wilderness.
An early autumn morning and a frosty chill hung in the air. The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth. Autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; each of them turning brittle brown; there was a sound like dried cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the soft soil.
The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and the surrounding bushes had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a peaceful place. The autumn sun rose in a hurry as if trying to make up for setting too early the evening before, blooming into the pale sky with a warm mellow glow, sending what was left of the moon packing until its next shift guarding the night. By mid morning sky was a brilliant baby blue.
The river has a strength that is reflected in the trees. It flows on with confidence, taking the form of the river bed, billions of drops moving together. The community of trees stands tall, trunks reaching into the blue above, light filtering through leaves like perfect stained glass.
The wanderer bright green eyes vision was welcomed by group of flowers lay scattered on the grass like frozen flames, bringing their cool blaze in this morning day, watching the tiny, yellow flowers lift themselves out of the permafrost and into the cold, cruel world.
"...Amazing." The wheel of emotions overwhelms the young men's core, modeled as a combination of amazed and inspiration. His softened eyes of innocence flooded with waves of admiration.
"So... appealing." The young men breathes his description of words out. Peace is that subtle sea flowing calmly past without a ripple or a wave in sight within the boy's core. With a tranquilized, yet a fret, plastered thin smile onto the young men lips. Automatically lifting his primordial shin-length brown boot, with each steps, the sound of grass muffled grinding, his chin-length brown hair with a cowlick that falls with its weight-slightly sways-with each steps he takes as the boy strolls hesitantly.
His heart twisted and sunk with nerves, each gentle steps without any hurry made his way towards to awaken revitalize community of flowers. Entering its paradise to bring himself the feelings of enrapture once again. If only faith allows this gentle soul to be able embrace it.
Finding himself trespassing mother natures paradise locales, he couldn't help but to feel that he's not welcomed nor even allow to enter. Foolishly enough, he desperately neglected his outcome of instincts, continually making his move as he easily have access a closeup towards the flowers. He then had his knees bent and his upper body was brought forward and down. Examining and appreciating the plants that continues to display its alluring state of majestic.
As soon he squatted near the lively flowers, a slight bothersome obstacle still remains attach to his instincts and emotions. But yet, cling to hope.
"Just... One feel. One." A gentle confidential tone of voice; a whisper that burdens desperation and aspiration. Every single pound in his chest can audible to his ears, taking his own time in the world. He lifted his right arm off his knee where he allows it to rest as he crouches, slowly extending his arm towards his source of captivity.
A genuinely feeling of joy washes through him, when his paled hands was a short millimeter away, no signs of dreadful results has occurred. Everything was looking bright for the boy.
'Could've be... That nothing can-!' In a cue of a moment, the feeling of intense joy that was shine upon the misfortune young boy was completely obliterated, as if faith was toying with him, agonizing. The moment when he came close to physically contact with nature.
The flowers was then deflated. The yellow petals curled and stiff, its petals, disgustingly yellow and limp, fall like confetti for their own funeral. Death soon spread across the community of flowers, all ended up sharing the same fate.
As if gravitational force itself shoves the boys, stumbling backwards as he swiftly maintain an upright position planning to flee on sight from avoiding ruining the locale paradise of peace. Once again, examining the state of his luck streak, has never had one to begin with.
Death radiates the area, wiping its beauty off the surface. The autumn trees were too victimized, far above him the branches that once were engulf by refreshed leaf to a now twisted dull distorted limbs of branches.
The boy continues to stumble back tremulously in his steps watching the creation that brings beauty onto this world turning into oblivion. Sensing the vibe of peace drifted off and forsaking the former lively area. He looks downwards towards the grass, in shock, the grass seems to have meet the same fate. Now painted into a repulsive viridescent combined with a texture of flaxen. His sense of hearing detect a rapidly cues of washed up surfaced deceased limbless cold-blooded vertebrate animal with gills and fins, some where washed up while others lifelessly flooded up towards the surface and flooded away along with their fellow dead innocent species.
The boy's emerald green eyes watered in despair and guilt. The guilt sat not on his chest but inside his brain. What he had done he could not un-do. There's no amends in subtle ways for the boy, but confession was out of the question the things he have done through out his living. He's tired of it, tired of robbing every single life's he has taken. Not just any relations of nature, but humans lives too. Countless of them. Only in his silent prayers could he speak his heart to any God that kindly lend an ear from his despicable confessions and beg for mercy. But knowing the truth, there's no salvation to his existence.
"I... Didn't mean... To." Trailing off, he knew it was a foolish though to take his absurd curse so casually. Especially when he lived for so long. But now, it didn't matter anymore, his presence itself was the cause of this, he wasn't welcomed. Everything around him, now gone. Yet, he allowed himself to once again continue to follow a small portion of his naive heart and mind. Hope. No more.
Never again. The last time. He would allow such naive thoughts overpowers him. No one deserve such a fate, whether be people, animals, plants; anybody! He, himself, is to blame that lead to him to his circumstances. His foolish thoughts and feelings that are blind from reality and the lack of thinking of the consequences.
...
And so, couldn't bear continue to watch his cause of naively death that continues to spread. He turns his back away from the horizontal and follows the same route which he has taken that lead to him into the wilderness, and continues to travel his destination. A place that he may find some answers, a solution that may finally end his path of isolation and pain. A cure.
To the Empire. He goes.