Liber De Morte

Chapter One

The cool breeze blew through the air, the leaves rustling in harmony. The green grass danced together happily, turfs whistling in the wind. The white, fluffy clouds swimming across the sky as birds tweeted and sang, perching on branches and gliding across the air. I sat on the wooden steps of the cabin, enjoying the peace and silence of the forest. It truly was a relaxing life.

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I watched nature until the sun had set that day. Although life in the forest was a lonely life, it was peaceful, and I loved it. You aren’t completely isolated from the modern world. After all, there’s a supermarket a mile away. Time to time I go out to buy clothes or food or supplies. My life is easy and relaxing, I get money by hunting deer and animals and sell them to butchers around the area. My closest customer, Patrick Harrison, informs me of all the political news and happenings of the country. His wife, Elizabeth Harrison, helps me decide the clothes to buy; she says, “Even though you live out in the woods all alone, you have to know the latest trend.” They have one daughter, Felicia Harrison, she is four years old and loves my company. She considers me as her, “best friend for life”. The Harrisons own a deli shop a mile and a half away from my home. They are the only people I interact with, they are the only people that I truly care for.

I used to live with my family in this small cabin in the forest, but my mother passed away three years ago, and my father mysteriously disappeared two months after my mother’s death. My mother always used to play memory games with me, since I had a photographic memory. When I was little, I had an older brother with the name of Jacob, but all I remember of him was that he was taken away by a man in a black suit and black tie, with hazel eyes and brown hair that was combed back. He held a golden pocket watch, yet his worst feature was he had a black eye patch. The skin that surrounded the man’s eye patch was red, blotchy and dry. The man took my brother away from our family, and we never heard of him ever again. To this day, I still wonder if my brother is still alive, and where he is.

My family was always cautious of the world outside of our little forest, my father never allowed me to leave the forest; except for once, he took me to the closest town. I never knew it’s name, all he told me was it was a town in Michigan. He explained to me that the world was cruel, and he wanted to protect me from it. Sometimes he would rhyme to help me understand. He took verses from songs and poems all the time. When he explained to me how cruel the world was in his perspective, he said, “The world is full of kings and queens, who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.” He explained that it was how mother had scars in straight lines on her wrists. When I asked him about him, he only said, “Your mother cuts herself because she is an angel that was sent down to Earth, and that angel hates it here, she doesn’t belong. So they cut themselves so they could go back to where they belong; Heaven.”

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So far, my life has been absolutely peaceful. That was, until they found me.

My name is Alana Easton, and I am the keeper of the Liber de morte. The Book of Death.