[ WP ] Every human is mortal , except 5 . Describe your story finding out that you are one of the 5 , and how you find the 4 others .

It had been raining that day, harder than it had in quite some time. The dismal weather matched my state of mind as I looked down at the ground far below. As I stood there, the wind and rain playing with my hair, I had felt more free than I ever had before. This was my decision, Closing my eyes, I had stepped out into oblivion, ready to accept the warm embrace of death. 
 
 From six hundred feet up, the impact of flesh onto stone is far more painful than I might have imagined, especially as it had not crossed my mind that I would there to actually register it. 
 
 I remember laying there for quite some time, unable to move, not because of the damage to my body, but the sheer shock that I had survived. As it turns out, the fall had not even broken my skin. 
 
 That was the day that everything changed, the true start to my life. I searched for years, wondering if I was alone, the only one that God had forgotten in his curse of death on the human race. 
 
 I was young, only a few hundred years having passed from my awakening when I encountered Naftali. I had journeyed the world, from the deserts of Namibia to the circuses of Rome, and I had come to the conclusion that I was utterly alone. I was outside Jerusalem when I first saw her, on my way to the city in the wake of wondrous claims that had been made by the local population of a man that had conquered death. There were five, perhaps six men that had ganged up on her, beating her with stones and stabbing her with knives. 
 
 I stayed out of it, unsure if what they were doing was permitted by local laws, but after several minutes of their violence, she remained alive and seemingly unhurt. One of the men struck her so hard in the back of the head that she fell to the ground, knocked free from the two that had been holding her upright. She finally lay still, and they left her in the dust. I would have moved on as well, had I not seen her twitch. It was not uncommon, I knew, having seen so much death myself over the years, but this was different. She stirred and rose to one knee, dusting herself off and arranging her tattered robes. I came closer, offering her a hand, and she took it, rising fully to her feet and smiling. 
 
 `` Are you alright?'' I asked, hoping beyond hope. 
 She looked at me, a light in her eyes. `` You seem unsurprised, traveler. Have you seen such things before?'' 
 I thought for a moment, putting together what she had said in my mind. My Aramaic was broken at best, but I replied as best I could. 
 The light in her eyes only grew brighter as we continued to talk, a conversation that has never really ended. 
 
 We found others, as we journeyed together through the ages. There are five of us now, though I know not how many others might exist, alone as I once was. 

