They watched from the mountains, shrouded in mist, eyes shadowed below the red cloaks that clung to their ever-changing figures. Three beings pondered the outcome of Denali; oh how carelessly he danced with the stars! Crossing paths with a human -of all things!
"He is hesitating," the first Fate spoke, running its charred fingers over a glass ball, the fox had reported well.
The second Fate stepped into the light illuminating from the crystal.
"We chose him for his understanding, and yet he laughs, yet he risks everything."
"He has nothing," the first snapped. "Often times if you look up into the star lit sky, and call out into the silence, something will come for you."
"We will come for them," the third Fate blinked, turning away from the light. "We will right the wrong."
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In Death We Love
Fantasy"This is the story of how Death tried to live and love, turning love into a deadly thing." Delani was a young man of whom the Fates chose to be Death, their personal grim reaper that sought out the souls calling to him, aiding in the circle of life...
