"Kara The Killer..." her voice trailed off as I drew my sword.
"Is that what they are calling me now? I know people can do so much better than that." Her eyes widen at my comment then at my sword burying itself in her gut.
"I'm sure they will..." She trailed off as the light left her eyes.
"Odd." I mutter.
"Not really, you are bound to have at least one title in your time." Death replied, leaning on a tree.
"Yeah, there is a thing though, called creativity. Heard of it?" My voice artfully amplified my sarcasm.
"Yes in fact I have, and everyone has to start somewhere. I've heard far worse titles, so don't complain to much okay."
I grumble in mock agreement,"So what was your worst title?"
"I don't know, some of them were in other launges."
"Intresting."
"Yeah."
"Who are you?" The next asked.
"Angel to some, demon to others."
"Kara..." I cut off their voice before I learn of my new title.
"Do you ever feel guilty about this?" Death asks.
"I think I used to, I don't know as much anymore."
"Some would call you a psychopath."
"Not you?"
"No, not me."
"So what would you call me the Death? How would you name me?"
"I'm not quite sure," he contemplated me,""I don't think that there is a word out there that could accurately describe you Kara. Perhaps that is why you have so many titles from so many people."
"Maybe."
"You do know you will break one day right?"
"Will I though? How can you break what was long ago patched back together?"
This apparently caught Death off guard,"What?" He floundered.
"Are you willing to play the hero?"
"Why?"
"Becuase I might want to try being a villain."
"Why?"
"Then maybe I can have a real reason to have taken those lives, those moments, those hopes. I already have the tragic back story."
"Sorry Kara, but I don't think I would play hero in that world."
"I guess I'll just have wait a little longer then."
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Sorry for the short chapter. I have been having major writer's block. Hopefully I can post another longer chapter soon!
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Desert Wings
FantasyIn Kara's village at the age if fifteen your wings are freed from the chains that have bound them. Once you can fly you must cross the White Desert, a land covered almost entirely in ice and snow, and the inhabitants are not all friendly. Gods and g...
