The Outpost Grounds

The wind blew in one direction. Leaves, tossed around by the blowing breeze.

Voom - voom.

The wind blew strangely. Like it knew what was to come.

And if one was right, it could be said, that they could feel the fear in the breeze. Yes, the breeze felt fear. It was terrified. For even, as it blew all around the Outpost grounds, like a mad fellow, it avoided a particular part of the field.

A part, where ashes gathered.

Ashes of incinerated bones.

And then, suddenly, there was a shift in the air.

If the wind had once felt terror, now it was deathless horror!

Horror, so strong.

And not surprising to the wind, the ashes began to reshape. Rising till it reached a height of six feet. And still, reshaping, until two arms, two feet and a very gorgeous face took the place of what had once been melted bones!

And the immortal, who now stood on the grounds of the Outpost, moved his head from side to side. And grinned.

Oh! How wonderful it felt to live again. Live, with all his powers and Gifts, still intact. Live, knowing those Gifts were now even stronger.

Truly, what didn't kill one, made them stronger.

Before Shalott 'dragon' incinerated him, he'd already been able to take a sip from the immortal liquid. An immortal liquid that had a mix of dragon scale. The dragon scale, Xemein, had sent him from the North, thinking it served no purpose.

And he beamed. For the scale, was what protected him from Shalott's fire. And now, for the rest of eternity, he was unkillable. Either by sorcerers, fellow Gifted and Shalott the dragon.

Truly, he was now immortal!

This had been the dream. Far stronger than any living creature.

Had they prophesied he'll die? Well, he was proof, even prophecies were full of lies.

And he laughed. Roared with so much laughter.

"Haha!!!!"

And he kept laughing. And laughing, even as the sky became twilight, and the land was covered in darkness. And finally, he strode away. Like a Lord, over the lands he treaded on.