Immortal Love (Short Story)

It’s an endless cycle. We’re born with the same names, Solomon, Jeanette, Tyrn. We’re always born
the same. Every time, Solomon rescues me. He's the one to fight the darkness, the one that wields
the sword. I don’t want to be protected anymore.

I open my eyes. I’m staring at the dress of a Mura statue at one of the sacred springs. As always,
Solomon is behind me, standing guard. I can feel the energy from the sacred sword. It’s comforting
and it enrages me.

“Why does it have to be this way,” I mutter under my breath, “why can’t I be the strong one?”

I hear splashing behind me, Solomon wading through the water. He takes my hand in his, my heart
beating faster at the contact.

“Princess, you are the strongest person I have ever met.” He smiles and I feel the heat rising to my
cheeks.

I take my hand from his and look away so I don’t see the hurt in his eyes.

I don’t want to feel this way for him, I don’t want to love him. I want to be able to hurt him without my
heart being torn to shreds.

Without saying anything, Solomon takes my wrist. He leads me towards the statue, pushing me to my
knees. The skirt of my dress floats to the water surface. He puts my left hand onto the base of the
statue. When he moves his hand I feel a light warming my veins, I hear a voice.

Close your eyes.

I do as it says. I can’t see anything for a few seconds before a light fills my vision. My head gets fuzzy
and I feel myself getting weaker. I feel my body falling.

I open my eyes and I’m standing on the deck of a ship.

This is who you were in the past, Jeanette.

I walk around the ship. Men run around, some have crates in hand. Others have nothing but they all
are taking commands from a young blonde at the wheel of the ship. She has a strange necklace.

“Who is she?”

She is the Pirate Captain, Dura. To hide from Tyrn, the King used a spell to disguise his only daughter,
Jeanette, as Dura.

The scene wavers and its replaced by a forest. A man I recognise as Solomon is facing some bandits.
There's another man I don’t recognise, a blonde with long hair, plaited. He has his back to me.

Erik of the Dominion tribe. The Jeanette of this era used a transformation spell to fight alongside
Solomon.

As the voice says this, Erik throws a kunai at one of the bandits. As the bandit falls to his knees, the
scene wavers again.

This time, nothing replaces it. A figure steps through the darkness. Shes dressed in white, her blonde
hair has a ribbon in it. She has one bracelet on.

“Then you have me. A Goddess in human form to appear beside Solomon. I shed my divinity so I
could fight alongside the mortal I loved. Whenever the land is in danger, we shall be reborn.”

I hold my hand to my chest, my heart beating wildly. Have I always been this strong?

“Princess Jeanette, do not think of your love as a curse and remember he will feel the same.” Stepping
towards me, Mura touches my forehead and a bright light fills my vision.

When I next wake, I’m in Solomon’s arms. I savour the moment, going over what I was told by Mura
before Solomons words reach me.

“Jeanette, the Guardians are fighting us!”

I stand up and run out of the spring, the wind of Mount Lanayru cutting into my skin. Solomon throws
a cloak over my shoulders and pulls me to the edge of the mountain. We both jump and I whistle, a
crimson bird swooping down to rescue us. It drops us near the ground, Solomon rolling when he lands,
me stumbling. I’m given a sword by the people of the Dominion tribe and join Solomon in battle.

It isn’t long before we’re running, Solomon heavily injured. He was hit by a beam, blood staining his
blue tunic, which is now covered in mud and ripped in places. The sacred sword has started to rust.
He leans heavily on me, limping quite a lot. When he stumbles, he takes me down with him.

“Solomon!” Tears stream down my cheeks as Solomon's eyes close. I wipe the blood away from the
corner of his mouth as a Dominion tribesman approaches us. The tribesman takes Solomon, shielding
his body with her own as the Guardians approach us.

“There are too many, Jeanette. We won’t survive!”

“Get Solomon to the resurrection chamber. Quickly.” The tribesman nods as she and a male carry
Solomon to the chamber we found.

I stand towards the Guardians, my left hand out, my right on my chest.

“I think I understand now, Mura.” I close my eyes and let my memories of Solomon wash over me.
When I open my eyes, a sigil appears on my hand and a bright light surrounds the Guardians,
expelling the evil spirit inside them and deactivating them.