Death is always a scary thing, unknown; we fear what is obscured, the other side, every day a race closer to end. Many deaths, preventable. Death? Certain. Atleast… at least until this very time. The Epoch of a new age, a new life; from research we have overcome shackles, shackles lain on our bodies since our births. No man was free from them, nor creature ‘like, we have overcome death itself yet why… Why does my heart beat so uneasily? Yet why do I feel weaker than before?

The experiment continued as such, from a altar to science itself, death… Death would be slain for the very first time, like a dagger into it’s cold dead heart, I could feel the air stop, time stop, life stop… This experiment had been done countless, countless times before. Not by me, nor us, instead humanity has always ran, ran from this primal fear inside of us. Was it right to oppose the sleeping gods? Was it right to take their domain from them? I do not know, all I know is a hope, A hope for a future without cold tears…

Before me now stood a god, at least close, closer than what we have had seen before. He looks around, then down to his hands, same; the same hands he has always had since birth. He looks around, then into the mirror. It is again the same, there is no change. Had the experiment failed, had they failed? No, I had a feeling, a gut feeling. Some part of me knew that he was slight’ changed. Was it his height? No… Was it his eyes? Yes… There was something missing, maybe he saw. The patient stared into the mirror, age, his eyes had lost the age and weariness. The same in every way, yet unique... A creature-

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“Can you stop staring so we can begin? Begin the test I mean, It’s quite cold here.”

The specimen interrupted, strangely… strangely he felt lighter, his tone brash, young. Far younger than he sounded just before, a man almost certain of his casket. Far younger at least, maybe he would live…

What he didn’t know was that he was right, he would live... he would live longer than most. He was the first elf, at least what we called, He was the first elf, yet also the least? Perhaps it was because he lived before, before an era with such a lone kin, unhindered by life and death’s eternal grasp.

“Me? I got a great paycheck, did I regret? No...”