Another Immortal

Dakshana lay there, pinned by his gaze. “Who are you?”

“I’ve been alive so long I hardly remember my name,” he said. “He told me I’d find you.”

“He who?” Dakshana felt - lethargic. Hungry. Thirsty. But certainly not as if she’d been dead.

“Don’t know. Skittish fellow in white robes. Bleeding from a shoulder wound but didn’t seem much harmed for it. He said I wouldn’t be the only one of my kind for long - that I’d find another.”

“Another what?” Dakshana sensed he was a man to be feared, but he meant her no harm.

He smiled. “Another immortal.”