As always the concept of Immortality belongs to Rysher. I don't want or expect to make any money on this, and you can repost this at your pleasure. Just keep my name attached to it.
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"But, why do we have to fight?" asks the younger.
"That is just the way of things." responds the older.
"But why, is this some sort of game?" asks the younger.
"Um, I guess that is exactly what it is, a game. One in which another of us will force you to play, one day." replies the older.
The younger thinks this over for a while, then starts again. "With this game, there must be something the winner gets in the end."
"Of course," snaps the older. "You get to live, if another immortal challenges you and you win, you live, grow stronger and fight another day."
"No," says the younger, "That's not what I mean. In every game there is always eventually one winner. I mean when the last immortal challenge is won, and the last immortal remains standing, isn't there some sort of prize?"
"What?" asks the older incredulously. He often wondered if the younger immortal was to smart for his own good sometimes.
"In every Game, there must be a winner and a Prize." states the younger firmly.
"I have no idea if there really is a game or a prize. All I know if that sometimes when two immortals meet they MUST fight." responds the older.
But these last words of the older immortal have fallen on deaf ears. The younger immortal has already turned away, his imagination already caught up with the vision of winning the Game, and the Glory of what ever prize awaits. He walks away with new purpose in his stride.