[ WP ] An immortal , in self-imposed exil , finally sees reason to live again . A scientific breakthrough creates the first ageless humans . At long last , he is not alone anymore .

It was then as he stood in the desert, six years in isolation. Six years alone in the heat, it pierced his skin every day, it would dry him if his body did not replenish. It send a pain through his chest, something rare. I was n't pain, he knew pain not like mortals. Not like normal men, who could be bruised battered and broken. 
 
 He trembled, he could feel their energy connect to the earth, causing an earthquake that rumbled through his own mind. He could feel the hope, bitterly twisted away by a danger. Immortality was not a gift, it is a curse. It relinquished you of your humanity and you watch everybody you cared about; die. This was no day to celebrate. This was a day to be afraid. For the first man they had turned'ageless' had lear n't much over many years. The others were soldiers. Trained fighting machines, young, hungry, excelled with hatred. 
 
 Now he knew, cities would be destroyed, innocent people would die as he would combat indefinitely against them, becoming the yin to their yang. So he looked to the sky, and flew. Flew towards them, he could feel their energy.
