Leniver de Recardia was not a particularly patient man, and he had never claimed to be a patient man. When this boy had come into his home, he had almost smashed him into the curb, but something in him had made him pause for a moment.

“Sir, I am looking for someone.”

“And you have found someone, haven't you?”

“I am looking for you, sir”

“And why would you be looking for me, sir?”

“Why, sir, you are Leniver de Recardia, you are a living legend. Your tale has been passed down through generations!”

He had heard his tale of course, how glorified his story had become, one of nobility and strategy, of adventures undertaken by a hero to last all time, one gifted with the ultimate gift, the gift of eternity.

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How harrowing his gift had become, not many knew and not many wanted to find out, the past century he had drifted into the background and stayed there.

“And, you believe the story?”

“I believe there is truth to it.”

“And is there any particular reason you have looked for me, to bother me with the pretext of hearing a tale?”

“I wish to know the truth, sir.”

“And what, do you think, is the truth?”

“Not what the tale says, sir.”

“I am glad I didn't kill you, very well then, I will give you a tale.”

Leniver had always admired intellect and this boy had enough intellect to know that the tale that had been spun was entirely rubbish.

Leniver had set up a tea set for himself and the boy inside his home, a secluded dwelling hidden away from the rest of his lands, once upon a time he would call these his lands.

“What's your name?”

“Adwin, sir”

“You asked me for a story, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good then we need not dally, this is the story of legends after all, an epic passed through time, and it is also my very real hell. So, ready?”

Leniver could see Adwin shiver, perhaps he had cold feet, it would be understandable if the boy up and left, and Leniver would not blame him.

“Yes, sir, I am ready”

“Our story begins a few centuries ago, at a funeral fit for royalty.”

“Whose funeral?”

“Try to interrupt less, and to answer your question, it was my funeral”

“But-”

“Clearly, boy, I did not die”

The boy backed off at that and took a sip of tea, before he started at Leniver waiting for him to continue