The passage of time meant little to an immortal shell, if not killed I'll keep living. Not many creatures had such a fate, but I wouldn't call it a blessing if you were forced to spend eternity in a dark pit.
Who knows how long ago it was? Maybe a century or a millennia ago, I was born to a queen–one that wished to rip my womb to curb competition. But for whatever darned reason, she threw me to the pit of death instead. It was a hole with no apparent limit, only the dead were thrown in there. However, that wasn't the case for me and in my desperate attempts to cling to life, I feasted on rot and the corpses being thrown from above.
