Picture Prompt The Immortal paused as he got closer to the church, the sensation of another of his kind prickling his mind. He looked at his companion, a man who was familiar with the area, and gestured towards the old building just visible in the distance. "Who lives there?"
The man, a soldier with little use for anyone who wasn’t, snorted as he glanced in the direction indicated. "Some old hermit. They say he was a warlord once, but I don’t believe it. He’s done nothing but preach peace since I been here."
"Darius?"
"You heard of him?"
"Old stories, nothing more."