Life

Before creation

I hope he got the message i sent. it was painful to see the small animal die in front of me, but knowing that it will be going to him is a great comfort. Knowing that a man of so much emotion will be caring for them now helps calm my heart.

"What did you do?" Darkness asked clearly confused as to why i made a creature just for it to die.

"Hopefully i sent him a message" My voice could barely contain the hope i felt.

"How that shouldnt be possible?" While Darkness may be old he clearly doesnt know everything, adn that gives me hope that there may still be a way to get closer to death.

"I gave a message to the soul of the animal i made, and now it should be with him. i just hope it works" Worry is starting to creep into my thoughts again.

I have to apologise, no matter what.

"Hhhmm, then perhaps he could send a message back" I heark Darkness mumbling to himself but what he said was as clear as day to me.

"What! How?" I'll admit excitement kind of got the better of me at this point.

"Well if he were to give a message to the soul and send it back through the cycle so it could be returned to you then perhaps you may actually be able to talk to each other" My hope rose to new heights at this new information.

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I turned my attention to the stream of souls where i would pick a soul for my creations. I watched the stream, looking to see any new souls returning when finally just a fain whisper of blue light trailed in from the coid surrounding the river. I stretched my power and brought the soul closer to me. As it grew closer i could see that it was the same shape as all of the other souls, a sliver of light with seemed to wave as if alive.

Finally the soul was close enough that i could touch it, as the sliver slowly drifted into the palm of my hand i wated for it to come into contact with me. time seemed to stretch on for far longer than it should have.

Slowly it lowered getting closer and closer.

Just a little more

Finally the sliver came to a rest on the palm of my hand my excitement and hope was nearly uncontrolable now.

Nothing

There was no message, no nothing. It was just a normal soul like the rest of them.

Was it the wrong one? what if it didnt work? what if he doesnt want to talk to me?!

Excitement and hope was quickly replaced with fear and worry.

Death

I hope she got the message