Opposites

1. The introduction.

Life and death are vastly different. In life, we build ourselves, collect fame, fortune, love, hobbies, goals and even a worth we provide ourselves with to get through the day. In death, we are remembered for our worth and the things we did in life even though the common person didn't do much to make a difference to the world, only those around us. We don't do much in death; just lay with our body limp, eyes closed, chest still with not even our mind to keep us company.

When life and death meet however, it is a beautiful balance. A dance around each other like a soft symphony of fate. They can never touch one another but it is still so beautiful. You see, life and death need each other. You cannot live if you do not die and without life, death would never take place. It's hard to understand but once you do, it makes coming to peace with it all not so hard.

Life sat in her garden, the thriving flowers,mushrooms and various other plants flooding around her flowing, angelic-white dress. In her fair-skinned palms, a raven with his wing burned nested sweetly. She moved him onto one of her hands before using the other to cover his wing, a gentle glow being emitted from the gaps in her fingers as she surrounded the raven's limb. Not even a few seconds passed before the ashy tint of the already pich-black feathers seemingly disappeared. The small bird shot up into the air, a quick spinning motion coming from him before his wings shot out like a majestic eagle would. The female stood up and patted down her dress whilst watching the flying speck take off into the distance.
"I'm glad it wasn't too bad.. Now, to find out what caused such a terrible injury to happen." She said to herself, taking a stroll through the sun-lit forest. Every step was as if God, herself, had blessed the land beneath Life's feet. Every bit of soil her skin touched became fertile, every flower blossomed, every wound healed and every sprout sprung.

After the walk, Life came across a line in the grass, the other side full of rotting, burnt plants that grew so beautifully on her side. The smell of rot tinted her nose causing her to cringe slightly. She couldn't stand the sight or smell of the place across that line. Home to the cold, sadistic devil that was Death himself. Deeper into the Barren lands, a dark fog laid still; as if it too had died. Looking into the fog, life noticed two piercing yellow dots moving closer and closer to her. She took a step back as the vision of a man became clearer. The smell of decaying flesh and smog got even stronger.

"Well well, look who's here. little miss 'creator of all' has come to see us commoners." A croaky, rough voice said from the smoke. A tall, dark man in a black robe came out, making his features visible. He was a scrawny, cold-skinned male. His hair was pitch black and messy, as if he'd never brushed it. Bones hung around his neck, waist and wrists as if they were ornamental. A smile lifted on his dead face as he stared down at the angelic life, his teeth yellow and sharp.

"You hurt the raven again, Death. The animals on my side of the forest are not to be touched by your... vile hands." The female hissed, ignoring his attempt to insult her in the process. Her golden eyes stared right back up at him as she kept her ground. None of her stature affected him though, Death's glare stayed sharp on the figure in front of him.
"The flying rat? It was on the line, that's fairground princess. Plus all I did was walk near it, you know these flames have a mind of their own." He replied, his leg moving forward so the ember touched the line separating them. Her eyes darted to the fire, nervous of the fiery power and now easily he could corrupt her utopia.
"Just leave the animals alone. They've done nothing to bring you harm, you don't need to hurt them." Life sighed, her eyes darting to the line once more before they caught each other in a glare. Death's grin never left his cold, sinister face.
"Of course, Dear."

Almost as soon as the conversation ended, Life gracefully spun around and went back into her forest. Death stayed behind, watching her walk away and her figure disappear into the crowd of trees. He would then make his leave back into the fog.

These encounters happened quite often, maybe three days a week at least? Death would harm an animal or "accidentally" burn through the line between their worlds. Life would notice, fix the issue then have a conversation with him about why he did such a thing then tell him to stop. He would always give little snippets of comments or pet names into the conversation yet, each time, she would push them off and stay as professional as possible when speaking to him.