I - Girl, Immortal
The scorching, bright sun forced open her eyes, sunlight pouring down onto her silky skin, warming her entirety.
The rays of sun felt as though she had a beaming flashlight shining into her eyes. She hadn't seen the shimmering sun in a while.
She hadn't seen much of anything in an while, really.
"Perchance I had been sleeping too long," the girl told herself. "The sun is already rising".
She spoke ever-so-confidently, as though she was having a direct conversation with someone beside her. Nobody but her, however, lay in that seemingly endless golden wheat field.
She had a tendency to fall asleep in open spaces, out where any passerby could see her. Many times had she awoken while lying flat in the middle of a railway or pathway. "'Tis odd that never, not even with my thousands of years living, have I remembered awaking in any sort of practical manner," she thought to herself with a small chuckle. "Not even in a bed!".
Despite her laughter, this girl knew loneliness all too well, and she'd thought before, that she might have felt comfortable if she had stuck around large crowds of people. Strolling through towns with people all around her would help her cope with the affliction caused by having nobody to be by her side.
Eventually, though, the girl realised that she simply couldn't be seen. Even as villagers or farmers or children walked past her, even as her silk dress flowed so brightly - even if the material happened to brush against a passerby's hand, or the cloth caught onto a shoe - she went unnoticed. Nobody had the slightest idea that there was a tall, copper-haired young woman, pale-skinned, standing in the middle of a crowd of clueless villagers. It was a strange, displeasing phenomenon that the girl simply couldn't understand - not even with thousands of years of experience and knowledge. It was simply vexing.
The most notice she'd ever been given was the faint turn of an old, balding man's head when she grabbed him by the collar. "Why don't you see me!?" she had cried, copper strands blurring her teary eyes, blades of brown flicking her forehead as she shook him forcefully, yelling with all her might. "What did I do to deserve this!?" she screamed, and soon it came to a point where she had calmed down. Her body went limp, and she slumped down against a cobble wall near the sidewalk. The rain-soaked stones were cold against her back, and bare neck. She breathed a heavy sigh, simply dripping with rain and anxiety.
"What did I do ... ? Why am I like this?" She had just about given up at that point. The clear, blue-tinged tears welled up in her eyes as they shut, and the world turned to black. "Why me, and no-one else?" she sobbed. All she wanted was an answer. Nothing more, nothing less.
The girl was terribly desperate for someone to talk to, to share her worries with. A similar phenomenon would be how most people don't think about the others that pass by them on the street. You don't count every pebble you come across on the sidewalk. You don't take notice of the birds that fly past you - not all the way up in the hazy clouds. This girl was as unseen as the air. She was a passing breeze, forgotten once gone.
She needed some sort of answer, whether it was complete or not, whether it was logical or not, just to feel sane again. The girl soon told herself that over the thousands of years she had lived, she'd eventually faded from people's vision and minds. Perhaps people had forgotten she was there, because it was simply the toll she paid as someone who could never die.
Whenever she tried to touch someone, or grab at someone, whether in anger or loneliness or irritation, everything would turn black in an instant, as if she had blinked, and when the world reappeared, she was back to normal. It was as though time skipped whenever she tried to interact with anything. This girl was truly an enigma in every sense of the word.
The life of an immortal is one which she had now adjusted to quite well. It wasn't as if she was perfectly okay with being invisible, or having to live without end, but over the boundless years, she had slowly come to somewhat accept her predicament. Instead of working herself up into a frenzy trying to get passers-by to notice her, she now knew well that she was never to be seen by anyone. This was a fact; a certainty.
This was her reality.
She took slow steps through the tall, golden strands of wheat as prickly bristles swayed over her feet and ticked her ankles. Her mouth began to open wide, and she let out a large yawn as her lips pursed, arms stretched high above her head. A mellow warmth ran through her body as she adjusted to the bright rays of the sun.
Lately, she'd been set on exploring the entirety of the world, and seeing every charming sight there was to see. She couldn't be seen by people, but she could still witness the spectacular phenomena of Earth with her own eyes. The sun rising and setting, a solar eclipse, the aurora borealis, the icy breeze of the north. All of these she had witnessed in her lifetime thus far, and she planned to travel the world and observe even more of the world's wondrous nature. After having lived for countless lifetimes, she had moved past her old opinions of the Earth. She thought that the Earth was a beautiful and ever-changing place, and that humans were interesting to observe over time.
Besides, she had yet to see even a rainbow. It's odd how, although the immortal girl had traveled across countries and seen the most beautiful sights one could imagine, she'd never seen a rainbow arch itself across the sky. That's what she felt made her almost human - the lone fact that she hadn't ever witnessed a simple rainbow in her thousands of vigorous years, a sight that the majority of humans had seen multiple times in a single lifetime.