Of all the people I thought I would see here on this battlefield, I definitely expected to see her. She has gone by many names over our millennia long dance; Ora, Zoi, Vita, but I love the name that was first given to her; Ạlḥyạẗ, Alhy to me.
She is now standing with her staff in the air as bullets fly past her. I don't make myself known yet, but I know how this ends. I have watched her do the same in battle after battle. She raises her staff in the air, healing the wounded around her, but loses her life in the process. I have watched Alhy be shot, stabbed, harpooned, crushed, tortured, whatever you can think of Alhy has been through it. Sure enough, within seconds of the wounded being miraculously cured, she is shot in her right temporal lobe.
I walk over to her now, blood of the now healed and very confused soldiers staining the bottom of my black cloak red. Alhy looks down at her body, then back up to me with her arms folded.
"Well well well, look who it is! I wasn't expecting to see you here." she smiles playfully, stepping over her body towards me. I believe she was attempting 'sarcasm'.
"I've told you over and over that if you don't want to die, don't go into a battlefield. It seems pretty obvious, Alhy."
"I know, I know. And every time I promise I won't meet an unfortunate early demise, but how are you supposed to truly live with glory and love and happiness without any danger?" we walk together now, away from the blood and violence.
"Hm, I think you do it because you miss me." I chide, nudging her slightly
"Don't be ridiculous Mori, we hate each other, remember?" Her tone is joking but I can't help but sink a little at the statement. She's right, we are supposed to despise each other. We've hated each other from the beginning, really. She gives and I take. She saves and I destroy. She is Life and I am Death.
"Are you going again?" I ask, disregarding her previous statement.
"Of course I am, I'll see you again, Mori."
"It is inevitable."
"I'll try not to see you too soon though." And with that she is gone, born into a new life.
I sigh, and return to reaping the fresh souls on the battlefield. I never really understood why she chooses to fight, it doesn't really matter in the end. In the end they will all meet Me anyway. Why risk yourself if it all means nothing?
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The Lives We Weave
RomanceA slow burn enemies to lovers romance between Life and Death told from the perspective of Death. That's it, that's the story. Death has always reveled in Her creations, especially jellyfish. Death has known Life since the very beginning, but no matt...
