If you're anything like me, surely you'll find this chapter to be quite a bit less interesting than the previous chapters because, well, there isn't much, in fact, there is absolutely no interaction between Damen and Ever this chapter! Don't worry, if I can get through it writing it, surely you can get through reading it! Some of you, however, may like this chapter, considering it is complete fiction and shows the life Damen lives when Ever's presence is absent. Ah, and yes, this chapter was uploaded extremely quickly, and I have finally achieved my goal! It is however rather short, much shorter than the last.

It's silly to say, but I have another goal! Is it possible that I could reach ten reviews on this Fanfic, all by entirely different people? Make my day, and leave a review!

The Immortal Series was manifested by the lovely Alyson Noel, and I take absolutely no credit for her work.


In an instant, I am able to to call forth the shimmering gold veil of light, allowed to admire it's otherworldly beauty for only a moment before I have stepped through, and the portal is gone. My body making a quiet but noticeable thump on the dewy grass as my eyes find themselves gazing at a sky so incredibly blue filled with the most beautiful, endless stream of clouds.

Summerland; the dimension between Heaven and Earth.

A place so unforgettably enchanting no matter how many times you've had the pleasure of laying eyes on such beauty.

In the years that I search for Ever, or the ones that I wait for her to become of age, I often find myself roaming the vagrant fields of Summerland, searching for some sort of answer to the problem I have spent centuries trying to solve.

It seems, that despite my love for Ever throughout this long and Immortal lifetime I've lived, and each and every lifetime she has lived, Ever and I have never had the luxury of being together. Time after time, Ever is taken from ripped from my grasp, meeting an untimely death before we have even had the chance to live a life of together and irrevocably in love as were meant to. Ever is taken so quickly from my embrace that out of all the years I've spent chasing her, I've shared only the briefest of kisses with her, and nothing more. Whether it be a man with eyes as mesmerizing as the blues and greens of seas, a spontaneous accident, an illness, something is always to become trouble for Ever and I; something is always working to do anything possible to keep us apart.

I may forever feel as though I'll never quite amount to what Ever deserves, and in no way, will I ever be deserving of her love, but there is no doubt in my mind that we are meant to be one. The tingle and heat, the feeling that courses through me is nothing other than eternal love, the recognition of the soul's counterpart. I may not have even the slightest clue as to how I am worthy of Ever Bloom's love, or any of the women her soul has inhabited for the past four centuries, but I know it is to be.

And if it is to be, why does it seem that every time we have the chance to express our love for one another arrives, she is taken from me?

Why is it that the universe works against our love?

I have yet to stumble upon the answer, I fear so greatly that I never will; that Ever and I will fall through the same cycle we always do, ending with a disturbing and undeserving death on her part, and eternal grief on mine.

Alas, I find myself here, more frequently than I should. Summerland is a place of knowledge, a place in which the soul arrives upon passing through to the Hear & Now. Although it is beautiful, marvelous, and a place where instant manifestation comes with a single thought, it is extremely addicting, and with too many visits, the average mortal, or even Immortal, will find themselves sucked from the Earth plane, and eventually, completely forgetful a place named Earth existed at all.

I have become aware of the addiction firsthand, but it seems as though I have the luck to always be pulled back. If there is one thing more addicting than the possibility of all things that Summerland allows, it is my love, my soulmate, of this eternal lifetime.


I make my way to the Great Halls of Learning, a building so breathtaking due to each and every era that is incorporated in it's structure, the glow it emits, and the knowledge that anyone roaming by the large marble doors will seek to find.

The Great Halls of learning will give you endless knowledge, allowing you everything you are meant to know, given one circumstance; you must be allowed entrance.

In order to enter the Great Halls of Learning, you must simply stand in front of the glorious white marble walls and desire entrance, if you are able, the doors will open. If you are shamed, denied access, the doors will stay closed until you are worthy to enter again.

There was a time, far before I knew much of anything that I was one of the shameful; denied access to the Great Halls of Learning, unworthy because of my vain, selfish, and materialistic acts. It wasn't long before I found my way back to the Great Halls of Learning and back to my true self, all on account of a beautiful, beautiful women, so kind, so caring, so knowing on what truly matters in life that she shook me from my daze, allowing me to observe myself and the horrid actions I had made in the first two hundred years of my life.

Need I say who this women is? Surely, there's no guessing.

There were many, many women, but none could emit such a change from a man made of greed like myself in that time, but one women, one woman who's always find a way to help me see the light.

As the marble doors enter, and allow me entrance, I try my best to clear my mind. Allowing any thought's of Ever to linger, assist me in finding the answer to the question I seek.

Why is it that throughout the last four centuries, the universe has worked against the love Ever and I share?

I am led down a grand hall, the buzz of each vibrating soul in the grand entrance around me, some on their own quest to solve a problem that they've come to find, and others to solve their destiny.

At the end of the hall, there is a large vacant room, one I have absolutely is no doubt is meant for me. I entered the room, my eyes locked on a single chair that rests on the floor in front of a grand screen which is filled with nothing but fizzle of static. I walk forward, well aware of how the Great Halls of Learning works; you will not be given information a whim, you must desire the information, and make yourself clear that you wish to be heard in the grand scheme of things.

I take a seat in the chair, propping my right leg on my knee, and instantly, the static on the screen diminishes, and I am left viewing a scene that is relayed to me in some form each and every time I visit the Great Halls of Learning. One I still, hundreds of years years later, have absolutely no clue as to what it may mean.

The pale feet of a women pad through the mud, raindrops falling as she walks hastily, in a hurry to get to a destination unknown. The rain falls harder, heavier, until the woman finds herself running and stumbling over rocks in torrential downpour. Suddenly, the rain is gone, and replaced by a blazing heat, the soles of the woman's feet blistering, peeling, in the heat of the sun. The blazing heat morphs into cool air which rages and develops into the most fearful of winds, finally allowing hail and snow to accompany it before the cycle continues, on and on, again. The woman never once faltering, her feet never slowing as they move down an endless path, a cycle of the harshest weather only one of her many great obstacles.

As the cycle continues, I hear something I've never heard before, a chant that flows with the most beautiful of tunes. I stand up from my chair, and make my way towards the door that serves as the entrance, the words that belong to a woman flowing through my ears and into my mind, filling me with an eery, dreadful place that is rather difficult to place. I make my way hall determined to rid the words from my mind, but unable to make an escape as the chant is sung on and on again.

Will you let it rise and blossom and grow?