A Golden Perspective

PROLOGE

    I understand that we all die, but I'd always thought that when we did, it was at the right time. So why wasn't mine?

                                                               CHAPTER 1

    I rub my forehead. This all has to be a dream. It just has to. I dare look down at my hand again - a gold-ish black that shines as I slightly turn my arm. How did this happen again?

  Oh yeah. Stupid tumb. O.K., I was an adventurer, so I went into a tomb with my two partners, Abbey and Mitch, and we were all inspecting hyroglifics, when we came across a stand with a gigantic dimond on the top. I was inspecting it, so I came across a small button that assumingly turned it on. So, when I pushed it, I thought something was going to happen, but nothing did. I frowned and looked over the object again, and saw that there was a platter for a small object to be placed onto it. "Give me your flashlight. . ." I had said to Mitch. He looked at me quiestionably. "Why on Earth would I give you a flashlight in a room that is already filled with fire-light?" "Just do or by my word-" "Just give it to her, will ya, Mitch?" Abbey had cut in. Mitch had then given me his small black flashlight and I placed it on the platter.

  I pushed the button again and stepped back as the mammoth-sized dimond started to hover off its stand. All three of us had stared back in awe, with me in the front. The dimond swirled and tetered in the air, and it just didn't seem right. "Stand back!" I warned my partners. Mitch and Abbey took caustious steps back, but I stayed put. I wanted to see what would happen. (And look where that ended me up!)

  The dimond suddenly clattered and fell back into its stand, and a shock of golden lightning shot from the odd object into me. My vision turned black for a second, a seiring pain lingered in my side. "Holy crap! Valerie, can you hear me?" Mitch yelled for me. The sound of Mitch's voice was muffled and full of terror. "Wait! Mitch! Don't go near that machine! It could turn you into gold as well!" Abbey shreiked. My sences were dulling, and I had a feeling that my life was coming to an end. Well, I did have much on my to-do list, but now I guessed that that wasn't an option anymore. When hearing had been taken from me, I opened my eyes. I was the way I am right now. A neon gold with a shadow of white. Black shading and details lined my features, which scared me.

  So here I am right now, looking at myself in terrified awe. A hooded figure with now shadow pickes me off my feet, and in his other hand, is a sythe. Nice. "Valerie Newmin," the voice echoes through the air in an un-earthly way. I shiver as I hover a few inches off the ground. "Who are you?" I ask quietly. "I am the Grim Reaper - harvester of all souls." he answers. "Why do I look like this?" I ask. Then, I realize that my own voice has an un-earthly sound to it itself. I feel creepy, out of place. "You mean, you didn't mean to do this to yourself?" Grim Reaper asks. "N-no, sir." "You have Transmuted yourself. Taken your soul out of your own body." I stare at the dimond, and then see a statue that looks just like me, but in solid gold, glitening in the fire-light. "You mean to tell me that this is me?" I ask. The Grim Reaper nods. I close my eyes, then exhail a long breath.

  "Valerie Newmin." I look up, to the Grim Reaper. "It is time for you to be welcomed to the Netherworld." "What is that?" I ask, floating over to him. "It is a place where the deceised come to rest and replenish. Your soul would almost be in two places at once. You would be bound to an urn, yet in the Netherworld, you would be able to roam as you please." "What about people who would take my urn?" I ask looking back at the Golden Me. "In some cases, they could turn in your urn to a Science Facultey, and would most likely bring your ghost back into time, but not all the time."

  "Can I take responsobility to where my urn is placed?" I ask. The Grim Reaper nods once."In my front yard?" "A very unusual spot for a place of mourning, but, as you wish, Valerie Newmin. I will mertilize your urn to your choice of spot as soon as you jump inside."

  "Wait. . ." I say. I put my feet on the ground and get on my knees. "Would I ever be able to become my human self ever again. Life as the deseiced sounds very comfurting, but I would solemnly miss my life as a human." "I am sorry Valerie, but pleading for forgivness from the Elements of Death is almost unforgivable. Your human life is over, and now your new life begins." the Grim Reaper sets down his sythe and picks me off my knees, and then picks up his sythe again. I hang my head and thank the Grim Reaper. "You have been very kind to me, thank you for that."

  "I do not beleive in being disrespectful to those who have just been taken from their very body, and forced into a new." I jump into a stone urn on the yellow cement and open my eyes as I enter it.

  It's a beautiful room equipted with a bathroom and open kitchen. a T.V. and couch. And then a comfy two person bed. I crawl between the sheets of the bed, suddenly exhausted, and close my eyes for a good nights rest.