A Promise of Forever

Chapter 1: The Assignment

Ophelia Potter became the master of death when she collected all the Hallows. She could no longer age and she was doomed to forever be Deaths bitch, which was the very opposite of the title 'Master of Death' implied. You see the tale of the three brothers was a ploy created by death to find a helper, a minion to relive her workload, and when she finally found Ophelia, someone worthy and capable of handling the duties of the master of death, she bestowed her unwanted gift on the life of Ophelia.

The being the Master of Death was a tedious job, Ophelia handed the ripples in time caused by the actions or inactions of individuals, this meant she was supposed to travel through time correcting accidents that weren't meant to happen and guide those destined to do great things. Choices. That's what made Ophelia's life so hard. Life was in a constant state of flux and every problem Ophelia fixed led to more ripples in time, which led to more and more and more. By the time Ophelia had almost caught up with deaths neglect of the time ripples she had lived for eons.

This is where time catches up. Ophelia stood on the streets of Brooklyn, 1940, her appearance that of a 20 year old woman, she had been instructed to save a teenager from getting hit by a car. Ophelia's magic began to tingle and her eyesight narrowed in on the corner of a street she could see a mother with her child in a pram and two boys, one a dark-haired, well-built boy and the other a scrawny, sickly looking boy. Time rippled around the scrawny boy and Ophelia saw flashes of him in a blue red and white suit white a matching shield, this boy was important.

Ophelia heard the screeching of tires and saw a car speed uncontrollably towards the corner the boys were standing on, she began to move propelling herself to stand between the boys and the car pushing them out of the way, she could've gotten away from the car if she hadn't remembered the mother and her baby the seconds she took to see if they were out of the way left her with no time to get out of the way of the car herself. The car hit her with a sick crunch she could feel her ribs crack and her leg felt like it was on fire stuck under the wheel of the car. Ophelia felt woozy and she couldn't see straight and her entire body felt like it was shutting down. It only took seconds for her world to fade into darkness.

Ophelia knew where she was the moment she woke up she was again in limbo, the place between life and death.

"Ophelia, what have you done now?" sighed a voice behind her. "Well at least I can use this time to talk to you." The voice muttered.

"Death, what do you need?" Ophelia questioned she hadn't seen death in a long time, they were always busy. But that was deaths own fault.

"I need you to stay with these boys for a while I'm getting strange readings off them. I was looking up their charts and it says they don't die until the late 21st century which seems impossible unless they are related to the Norse, but their stats now seem completely human. So I'm going to revive you and you need to stay close to these boys as humanly possible." Death said quickly and genuinely interested in the predicament these boys presented and Ophelia was too.

"I'll do it. As long as I get something in reward." She challenged Death,

"Fine, you can have a vacation from you duties if you do this correctly and find out what causes them to live for so long. But for you to complete this to the standard I hold this assignment at we are going to have no contact unless you die which I hope you don't, because it has taken enough paperwork to make you human. Don't fuck this up Ophelia." He said before muttering "let's hope you're not too badly injured." Then with a snap of his fingers all the pain Ophelia had felt when she was hit came rushing back.

Ophelia moaned in pain, she was in agony her entire body hurt, it hurt to breath and her head felt fuzzy she her leg was in excruciating pain and she felt very woozy. She could vaguely see that she was being wheel somewhere fast on a stretcher, but the words the doctors were speaking were sounded like gibberish. She felt a pick in her arm and knew it was the anaesthetic and all she could think of was that this better not cause any lasting damage before her mind darkened again.