The Icarian Legacy Collected Edition: Brave Souls - First Strike (Volume 3) (118 page)

He looked at the girl that asked the question. She was young, a fellow student. And she was beautiful.

“Yes Maria. I’m fine. I just felt dizzy for a moment.”

She smiled and he smiled back. He wanted to assure her. She was a companion, not a girlfriend and not someone he loved, but a close friend.

He kissed her and then leaving her with a smile on her face he turned and picked up his phone.

It took a minute to get an answer.

“Sebastian I need you to pack my bags. I leave tonight.”

The man on the other side was a faithful friend whom he knew his entire life. He never asked questions. He was one of the many who knew him for what he was descendants of people that were with him since ancient times. They trusted him utterly.

As the young boy started walking towards his house a young women that watched him started after him. A strange tattoo marked the wrist on her left hand. It was a tattoo that every watcher had.

She observed him for the last three years. They were three years of peace without incident.  She came to this country and she knew that she would follow him when he leaves.

According to the database the young immortal walking before her was old. He was known as Alexander Aeolus. There was no clear date for his birth just writing that indicated that he was first noticed at the time of the Persian invasion of Europe and ancient Greece. And the writings of the long dead watcher said that he wasn’t a new born even then. She just as every other of the long list of watchers that observed him during the ages wondered about his true age.

As she watched him he continued walking.

The boy now known as Alexander Petrovski, to the watchers known as Alexander Aeolus, smiled as he noticed the young woman following him. He knew that she was his watcher, just as he knew that the organization listed him as Alexander Aeolus, when in fact his true name was Alexander Oberon, Prince of Aquitania, Duke of Oberon, and prince of Pulsa an empire now long gone and forgotten. He had many names during his long life, and many students. He knew of the game as the other immortals called it, but he rarely played it, he never hunted, at least not for a long time. Even the watchers knew that most of the immortals he killed he killed in self-defense.