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The Ageless One #1
An upcoming Webtoon series



Abdi was having tea when a knock on the door rattled her morning routine. She opened the door and there was no one. A small unsigned note rested on the door mat:

Abdi Agiros¹ you stayed too much in Cairo. People started asking questions. Leave now.

What did they mean? Why would she need to leave? And questions about what?

Her memory was still hazy after that incident. How long was she in Cairo? 15 years? More? She could not recall where she was before, nor where she came from.

She decided to ignore that weird note and continue as if nothing happened. Cairo was the only home she knew. Where could she go?

A week later, while Abdi was walking in a quiet neighborhood, she was ambushed by two men. One knocked her lights off and placed a hood over her head.

She woke up at what seemed like a safe house, in the presence of two men and a woman. Her hands were tied behind her back.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“See? I told you! She doesn’t have a clue! Shaytan’s¹ attack shook her brain jelly good. We’re stuck with an immortal long past her move date!” the woman said.

“We cannot baby sit her forever. What should we do?” one man said.

“Immortal? Shaytan? What’s going on?”

“Listen sister. You’re an immortal. You do not croak unless you misplace your pretty head — usually via a sword. You’ve lived in Cairo 18 years but look just like the day you arrived. You must leave. Now.”

“We’re a group as old as your kind. Thousands of years old. We call ourselves the Watchers. We observe but never interfere; well, unless your secret risks getting leaked.” the second man said.

That was too much for Abdi to handle. A fucking immortal?

“That sounds like a lame pitch to a Hollywood producer to me. How do I know you’re not pulling my finger?” Abdi said.

“Pull your finger… Good idea!” the woman held a knife and went behind Abdi. “This is going to hurt but you wanted proof.” Without hesitation she cut off Abdi’s pinkie.

“Aaaargh! You crazy bitch! I’m going to kill you!!”

The woman smirked and held Abdi’s pinkie.

“There’s a fast and a slow way. The fast is to reattach it. That takes a minute. The slow is to let it regrow. That takes fifteen minutes for a pinkie. An entire arm would need a couple of hours. Your choice princess.” The two men vanished hastily in another room.

“Reattach it. If it doesn’t work I’ll use the same hand to crush your windpipe. I can do it with four fingers.” Abdi smirked.

The woman, whose Watcher codename was Cairo001, smiled and attached the severed pinkie to Abdi’s hand. At first nothing happened. Soon, tiny tendrils started connecting her hand with the finger.

Abdi could not see that but she felt it. In a minute the process was complete. She was back in one piece.

“Fine, I believe you. Can you untie me now please?”

“Will you behave?”

“I will.”

Cairo001 untied Abdi after a few moments of hesitation.
Abdi, after massaging her wrists, surprised Cairo001 with a good punch that knocked her off her feet.

“You could have warned me psycho! I’d have probably consented but you took that from me! Anyway, I’d say we’re even. Who’s that Shaytan guy? Is he responsible for my memory loss?”

Cairo001 tried to set her jaw straight.

“He’s among the most powerful immortals. He’s obsessed with you. We think he used an ancient memory spell. If it was a physical injury you’d have healed it off.”

“There are spells too? Feels like I suddenly woke up in a fantasy world.” Abdi sighed. “Any chance of an express Immortals 101 lesson?”

“That… could take a while.” Cairo001 said.

“Well, apparently I have all the time in the world.”

“Fine. I’m brewing some fresh tea to get you up to speed.”

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note: The first four chapters are published here.