No.
No, it's impossible.
Death was a myth. Life did not end.
How can this man claim he is my opposite? My enemy?
Oma, the giver of all life.
She was life.
How can she have an enemy?
She had heard of death. But had always thought it to be a myth.
Those who get old and tired, do not end, they sleep for a few years before being restored.
Oma heard stories passed around of people dying. She had always thought they meant the rest that life goes through before she restores their energy.
Has this Mot, god of death, been working against her?
Ending life before she has a chance to restore it?
Why? she wondered, Would anyone do that?
To Oma, life was all that mattered.
Living, breathing, feeling.
The energy of freedom.
Once the energy faded, from humans, animals and even the plants of the earth, she restored them.
She was running faster than her thoughts.
Whoever that man was back there, she had to get away from him.
'HELP'
She heard the cries of life around her.
No.
The energy was fading around her.
Not just fading, leaving.
She couldn't restore something that was no longer there.
"Stop!" she voiced through the wind. She was far away from the man who claimed to be death, but she knew he could hear her.
She heard a rumble. Familiar and strange at the same time.
She recognized it as laughter, but it was wicked and cold.
"Oma, this is who I am. I am death. I end life. For good."
She ran faster and faster.
She had to get away.
She was finally far enough that she did not feel threatened. At least for now.
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