TETHYS
SPACE AND OCEANS COLLIDE
How long had it been since he'd been here? Tethys wasn't sure, only that he'd wandered and wandered and Novus had been the place where he'd heard whispers of supposed immortals like himself that stuck around. The murmurs in the winds of those that clung to years of life much like he had seen the millennia pass and the lands of so many places crumble and fall to dust. He had lost count of how many he had seen sink in to the world and vanish, never to be remembered, save by old myths and legends. They were nothing but word of mouth that none believed, but he did, because he had been there. Had lived and breathed the same air and had laughed with some of them, lived with them, shared food and home with them.
Now they were gone, like so many others.
Tethys frowns to himself, the warmth of the spring day seeping in to his bones from the sun overhead, the breeze mild despite being on the edges of the ocean. It's mid-spring, so perhaps it's no wonder that it's warm. Summer would be creeping up on them again, just as it had the year before, and then it would be fall, and the seasons would come and go and come and go, the world would continue turning. He would continue living through it all and watch them all come and go. He would see many faces and greet them, see them grow old, and eventually pass.
Tethys only draws in a breath, and releases it again, shaking his head. Perhaps the years and centuries have jaded him, perhaps it's just him getting on, or just the immortality stripping him of what he had used to be. He needs... something. To find other immortals or those that could share some secrets with him, like how to ease the losses of so many friends, or to not let them weigh so heavy on his shoulders.
He misses them all, even if he has all the good memories.
Now they were gone, like so many others.
Tethys frowns to himself, the warmth of the spring day seeping in to his bones from the sun overhead, the breeze mild despite being on the edges of the ocean. It's mid-spring, so perhaps it's no wonder that it's warm. Summer would be creeping up on them again, just as it had the year before, and then it would be fall, and the seasons would come and go and come and go, the world would continue turning. He would continue living through it all and watch them all come and go. He would see many faces and greet them, see them grow old, and eventually pass.
Tethys only draws in a breath, and releases it again, shaking his head. Perhaps the years and centuries have jaded him, perhaps it's just him getting on, or just the immortality stripping him of what he had used to be. He needs... something. To find other immortals or those that could share some secrets with him, like how to ease the losses of so many friends, or to not let them weigh so heavy on his shoulders.
He misses them all, even if he has all the good memories.
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