Years go by. We watch our lives waste away right before our very eyes... This was what Ariayous learned after spending 122 years on earth.
Her friends wasted away. Her home burned by the priest who saw her only as unholy. And her adopted child, Deka, stolen from her arms by a single gunman...
All she knew was pain. All the suffering went by, year after year. Her mind was leaving her, her feelings fading, and worst of all, her humanity...
She could feel a bit of herself fleeing every year, month, week, day... It truely scared her, there had to be more than just wasting away.
She would sometimes sit in one of the maple tree's and think of Deka, her little smiles and giggles, her silky blonde hair and golden eyes that shone with light. Those two years were the best.
Until the night a assasin was sent to kill Ariayous, and has he shot, at the last moment, the bullet that Ariayous had been sheilding the baby from missed her heart and went threw the one thing that had kept the immortal intact.
The immortal aren't said to dream, but Aiayous did. She dreamed of Deka, of something to love. But no one could love a monster...
And so here she was in her maple tree, watching the years go by...