IV
The Second Immortal
Catus awoke with such a start that he nearly propelled himself into the air, off of the couch, and onto the floor. He sweat profusely and felt the cold deep in his bones, a lonesome cold, the sort from which one felt there was no escape, nor ever would there be.
He squinted, unable to see anything. The darkness of his room was so complete and deep that he feared for a moment that he had gone blind with all of the strain of his nightmares. When a cloud passed away from its place before the moon outside his window, he felt a relief such as never before. That is until he remembered the words of his imagined Krelis.
There was supposed to be a second immortal.
“Wrong as ever, Krelis,” he muttered, settling back down beneath the thin blanket.
He closed his eyes and w
