Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if preferred but otherwise please don't edit the script. My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18 . For clarification on the format of the script, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in \asterisks and italics** isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there to either hint at the tone or provide context that might help the script make more sense.

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Summary: After a battle with a powerful mage, Narrator - an immortal - is turned mortal. As Listener patches up their injuries, they both talk about Narrator's new mortality, and Narrator coming to terms with it.

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Word Count: 921 words (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)

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Writer’s Notes: Sorry it's so short, I'm real busy.

Script Below:

\The wind blows rattles the glass windows as a snowstorm rages. Inside, Listener is carefully cleaning a large gash over Narrator's abdomen. Narrator winces, gritting their teeth in pain.**

\Confused, frustrated** "By the realms, that hurts! It's just a stab wound! Why does it hurt?!"

\Listener, patient out of sympathy, replies that Narrator has been injured, so they're going to hurt.**

"But it's never hurt before! Not like this! Why does it feel like there’s a fire in my stomach while my limbs turn to ice?! How is it possible to have a fever in one part of my body while others feel as if they have never known heat at all?!"

(Pause)

"Blood loss? How could this possibly be the result of losing blood? I've lost rivers more than this before, from injuries that were far more vicious! This is nothing in comparison! A single gash across my stomach shouldn't have such an effect!"

\Listener explains that this is how wounds affect mortals.**

"Then this is how these injuries feel to mortals? Every single time I am struck or cut, I will feel this same pain?”

(Pause)

\Frustrated** “How am I supposed to live like that?! Like this?! I’m so- so delicate now! A stray breeze could break my bones!”

\Listener rolls their eyes, replying that the wind won’t kill them.**

“Well, then if the wind won’t, then something like this will! All this blood - I already feel weak without it! A single knife between my ribs, and I would cease to exist!”

\Listener begins to calmly reply, but Narrator, angry and frustrated, cuts them off.**

“Oh, what do you know? You’ve always been like this! You’ve always been a mortal, weak! You’re used to it! I’m not! How am I supposed to be alright with this?!”

(Pause)

\Frustrated** “No, I’m not angry with you, I’m just… Fuck!”

\Narrator groans, unsure how to express themself. There’s a moment of silence as the stormy night continues around them.**

\Quiet** “May I be honest for a moment?”

(Short Pause)

“I’m scared to be like this… to be mortal.”

\Listener expresses their surprise.**

“I know. I always said that it was terrible to be immortal, and it is, but… being human is a different type of horror. Immortality is to never know peace, and mortality is to never have the chance to. An immortal will see a world that never changes, but mortals will never have enough time to make changes. They are very different existences, but both contain their terrors. I had finally grown familiar with the type of horror I’ve been subjected to in this existence. I’d almost say that I was comfortable with it.”

“But now, I can’t even have that. Everything has changed, and I’m not sure how to handle it. Hells, I’m not even sure I can. How can everything I know be so suddenly erased and replaced by a new reality? How do I figure out how to live like this? Can I live like this?”

\Listener replies that of course they can.**

“How can you be so sure? No one is guaranteed to live, least of all someone who doesn’t know where the boundary between life and death is.”

\Narrator sighs.**

"I have heard a saying that mortals use quite often. They say to 'find what you love, and let it kill you.' I had not realized how… accurate this saying was. Sitting here, I feel weak. I feel as if every second is decided on the flip of a coin, as if I got through every moment not knowing if I will make it to the next. But still, I do. Even as I watch a large amount of my limited supply of blood dry on the ground, I am alive. Even something as tender as love can, and will, kill me in this state.”

\Listener replies that Narrator will have to fall in love with life then.**

\Confused** “What are you talking about? What good would falling in love with life do for me?”

(Pause)

\Skeptical** “So you’re telling me that to live a life I love, and to die knowing that I loved life is one of the greatest achievements a mortal can seek out? Simply… enjoying what time they have on this earth? I know that you - that we - have short lifespans, but still. Does that not feel…empty to you?”

\Listener replies that it doesn’t, since sometimes, the purpose of a life is simply to find all the love it can contain.**

“Do you really believe that? That a life can be lived with the sole purpose of finding the ways one can love it? An existence based solely on the love of that exact existence?”

(Pause)

\Amused, somewhat calmer** “Well, when you put it like that, it almost sounds like the rational thing to do. When you don’t know what you should be looking for, you should look for the thing you want to find. And since I don’t know what I want to look for, I suppose that I should begin to think about what I love, and what I want to find.”

\Listener replies that sounds like a good idea.**

“Then that’s what I’ll do. But first, I think I might need to rest for a while. This injury doesn’t seem to be healing as fast as I’m used to.”

\Listener and Narrator both laugh before Narrator winces.**

“Hells, that hurts. I need to lay down and sleep this off.”

(Pause)

“Sleep through the pain then, if I can’t sleep it off. You know damn well what I meant.”

\Narrator chuckles again, careful not to hurt themself this time. Listener asks if they want help moving to their bed.**

“No, I’ll be fine sleeping here for now. The couch is comfortable enough, and I don’t want to risk moving and tearing my injury open any further. But… would I be asking too much if I asked you to stay with me?”

(Pause)

“Thank you, I just… I can’t help but still be scared.”

\Listener replies that that’s normal, and that they can stay with Narrator. They sit on the couch next to Narrator.**

“This is… A change like this is going to take a while to get used to, and I know I won’t be easy to get along with through all of it, but I hope you’ll stay by my side through it. You’re one of my truest friends, and I can’t afford to lose you.”

\Listener replies that they won’t leave Narrator as Narrator is one of their closest friends, too.**

“I’m glad to hear it.”

(Short Pause)

“I think that one of the first things I shall find love in are the people I hold dear. I’ve spent too long alone in my existence, and I want to spend the rest of it surrounded by the ones I care about, yourself included.”

\Listener replies that it sounds like a good idea.**

“Thank you. I think that it sounds like a good idea, too.”

\The storm rages on outside, but for now, the people inside the cabin are calm and content.**