Change is change
Things in Cory's life had been going as he always expected them to for an Immortal. He decided he needed a change in more ways than one. Cory moved out of the Dojo, quietly really and he moved out to his cabin in the woods. There he took up his sword fighting again, meditation and studied more in explosives. Nothing new but his attitude had changed. It might be something Evan would be proud of.
He sat upon his porch, sword in hand, sweat dripping down his neck. He had sold off everything in the city he owned. Yet again. It would be his final time. Cory decided that man had died. The new one out there was being reborn.
He sat upon his porch, sword in hand, sweat dripping down his neck. He had sold off everything in the city he owned. Yet again. It would be his final time. Cory decided that man had died. The new one out there was being reborn.