Run. It’s coming! Run. Run faster—the swirls of darkness and vibrant crimson tides swirling towards me. The darkness is coming fast, not just the night but the true darkness. The Unknown. The darkness of uncertainty. I run as fast as I can to avoid its raging path, but it’s coming too quickly, crackling and sizzling at my heels. I am not going to outrun the darkness this time. It’s going to swallow me whole. The darkness struck me like lightning. Its raging bolts surround me, grabbing and pulling me into the fullness of it.
The air is heavy in here. The crimson swirls distort my vision within the darkness. Something is here. I am not alone. Is the darkness alive? Or is someone here with me? I am unsure if I should run, scream, or get to the floor…. I don’t know what to do here. The air is too heavy though. I can barely breathe. There is no outrunning it. If it wants me I cannot escape being within already. Slowly I bring myself to the ground with the acceptance that I will either find out what the darkness wants with, or it will move on. I just need to survive the heaviness of its power first and foremost. I close my eyes, strain to take one deep breath, and slowly open my eyes to the feeling of something being in front of me.
It’s darker than seconds ago, there is something pure from the darkness moving about me. Finally, it stops in front of me. There is an extra heaviness towards my front. A glint of silver shines down at me. I feel myself pale at the realization of what is in front of me. The Reaper. The Reaper is interested in me! My heart feels like it may flutter right out of my chest into The Reaper's clutches. The Reaper appears to be deeply analyzing me, whether it is deciding to take me or assessing the future with me I do not know. A terrifying shiver threatens to break through me. I suppress it. A shiver in front of a reaper can mean instant death.
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“You will be one of my greatest claims, young seer,” hisses The Reaper with what only can seem to be a delight. That’s not a positive thing for me. “Your soul may even become a reaper at the end, how interesting.”
NO! “No, I will refuse such! I would prefer to burn!” I all but scream at The Reaper. I will never allow myself to be claimed by such darkness. NEVER!
“Little seer, don’t forget you only see a glimpse! I see more! I see the futures for all, the life clocks. Ticky tick tick!” warns The Reaper with a snarling laugh.
“I will not-” my response is cut short by the tormented wailing of a banshee. My eyes grow wide. I know what that means, someone I love will be passing or has passed. The banshee is coming towards me, louder and louder its battle cries sound. It is getting the soul ready for The Reaper to claim.
“We will be seeing each other soon, little seer,” laughs The Reaper as the darkness fades and The Reaper and banshee disappear like they were never there.
Fear takes hold of me. I start shivering and sobbing, overwhelmed by the quickening relief of being about to breathe normally again. Sadness struck me as I considered who The Reaper may be taking from me. Fear of the future, why is The Reaper interested in me? What did I do? How does it play to change me to a Reaper?