The White Raven Who Calls For Me

An image flashed before my eyes as I sat  in bed with my head in my hands.

A man was being dragged away by a large dog. The dog was dragging the man by his neck, his vertibrates  were exposed from... mauling? His left fore arm was being carried by a smaller dog, which trotted next to the large one. The mans legs were no where to be found. But this man was somehow still alive, dispite his horribly mangled form. I could see his eyes turn towards me, as if he was asking why and I knew why he had to die.

"Cough-Cough!"
 * Blaurch*

I cover my mouth in an attempt to prevent any additional vomit from covering my bed sheets;my dinner won anyways.


 * Gasp-Gasp*


 * Blaurch*

As I sat idly, with my own stomac contents all over my bed, breathing heavily with only one thought in mind.

"What-the-hell-was-that?" I struggled to speak without swallowing some stomic acid.

Suddenly, I noticed a white feather gracefully flutter before me. The room had gotten signifigintly darker than before. Instinctivly, I slowly turn towards the round window, my favorite reading spot, and there sat a man in my place.

The vizor of his raven-like helm kept his face well hidden in a veil of shadows. He sat in the arc of the window like I normaly would when reading a book. He fiddled with his corupted knife, which standed out from his white atera. Stiff shoulders and decritive collar;dress pants and sealed cuffs;he was a dog of the military, dressed to impress. He was a reaper.

"Hm? Whats the matter? I thought you said you wouldn't lose over this."

His tone was not of mockery but of sorrow and something else... Irritation, maybe? With the streath I had in reserve, I said,"What was that?"

"Remember your comment at the bar and the bet we made?"

Earlier that night, I had met the reaper working at a bar. I had niavily stated it must have been easy being a reaper, I thought it was just paperwork and a bit of magic. The bet was to see if I could with stand the responsiblities of being a reaper. If I had won the deal, he agreed to grant a wish:if he won I would have to do something for him.

"That vision," the reaper continued,"is the fate of the man you marked for death. After all its only fair, right? That is the price ALL reapers pay. If your only scarred after one vision, think about having 5 of them. 10 of them. Times that by 10-then have it to the power of 15. That is only half of what a reaper sees!"

I stared at the reaper stunned with sympathy and sorrow at the news. To think a reaper has to experiance so much remoarse every time they go to sleep, it would be impossible to get any sleep at all. My heart began to race with tears. What would it be like to experiance this alone. No one to help you-to comfort you-to talk to. Alone and dependent on only yourself to deal with grief. Such isolation would be such a lonely fate.

"I've won the bet. Now you must fulfill my request."

I look up at the reaper with a dizzy gaze. A green flame burnned brightly from under his visor, bright enough for me to actually see his cold pale eyes. From the look in his eyes, I immediatly knew what he wanted. He walked near my bed and held his hand out. Dispite being a shipwreck of emotions, I gladly reached out my hand to meet his.