Fyrsta Jörðóttir

My world is plagued by a terrible curse. Some unfortunate souls are born and can never die... They call themselves ódauðleguri - the immortals. Why is it a curse, you ask? Do people in your world seek to live forever? Tell them this story.

She was beautiful. Her eyes were like flaming autumn leaves; her fur was soft and gold like the afternoon sun. All was well. But when she turned seven, the feared signal appeared on her forehead to doom her. The black spot that marked her as an ódauðlegur.
Her fate was carefully concealed from her. Her parents wanted to spare her the blow for as long as possible. She deserved to enjoy life to the fullest. So living in a secluded cottage, in the thick forest of Muir, she grew up unaware of her cursed neverend.
She fell in love. She didn't understand why her parents insisted so much that she left him. She was happier than ever. But alas, all would change. She grew old, old enough, and she was told what the black spot meant. She refused to believe, and her parents left soon after.
Time went on. She aged along with her loved one. He eventually left, taking half of her heart, but she didn't falter. She would soon follow him, they would be together again. Oh, how wrong she was.
She waited and waited for death, but death never came for her. She stopped counting the years which slowly became centuries. There is only pain now. Pain, longing and memories... A lifetime of memories. In her long-gone home, the forest she grew up in, all she does is remember.

Oh, why did you hide this curse from me? You were right. I should have never loved. I remember the past, but not the present. I only exist and wait, wait, wait...

But tell me, am I still beautiful? I haven't seen a mirror in centuries.

Móðir vor sem ert á jörðu,
Heilagt veri nafn pitt.
Komi ríki pitt,
Og veri vilji pinn framkvæmd ur í oss,
Eins og han er í pér.
Eins og pú.

Dagarnir eru langir.

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