Chapter 8
"Immortal. What do you mean immortal? I'm not immortal! I'm very much mortal." Willow stared wide-eyed at Torrin.
"Willow! You are an immortal, this you must believe." Willow looked like she wanted to say something but he held up his hand to silence her. "Being immortal means you cannot die, you will not grow old, you cannot die from diseases, when you cut yourself you shall heal. The only thing that can kill you is decapitation. When two immortals meet they may challenge each other to fight. But there are rules to the game, you may not fight on Blessed ground and no mortals are aloud to interfere. When an Immortal wins a fight they take the quiking of the dead Immortal, as time goes by and with each quickening you take, you shall grow stronger."
"You mean if I'm immortal, and I'm not in total agreement of that yet, this means I have to cut peoples heads off with an axe or something, and if you're immortal shouldn't you want to kill me because I'm immortal and, and, you know what I don't wanna fight and kill people. Nope, not gonna happen."
"Willow. We immortals fight with swords. This I will teach you. I do not kill you because you are my student. I do not fight unless challenged. I do not relish in the fight. I try to avoid receiving or inflicting harm on another. But eventually all must fight. You cannot escape it, for it is your destiny."
Willow looked at Torrin and felt lost, confused, overwhelmed and once again tired.
"I really don't understand what's going on."
"That is understandable. Rest Willow we shall discuss what is to come later."
"Rest. I can't, there is too much going on in my head." Torrin reached over to a pouch that lay near them and pulled out a smaller pouch that lay inside. He held it to her nose.
"Breathe deeply." Doing as she was told she felt light headed as a scent she did not recognised filled her senses, slowly Torrin eased her back down onto the furs, laying another over her as her eyes closed.
"Sleep well and deeply Willow." He said pushing some hair away from her closed eyes before walking over the other side of the fire to sleep himself.