FOR DEATH'S HEART

| Prologue|

| Prologue |

Enirr:

I do not know what is wrong with me. Truly, I must be the first of my kind to have fallen terribly ill. This is what I have convinced myself. An illness of the mind surely. A sickness so terrible and horrid it forces me to continue to make the same mistake over and over. This is ridiculous. I do not even know her name – I should not want to know the horrid creature's name.

And yet...

She holds my attention. Every single time she arrives I am there. Every single time I just stare at her until I cannot contain myself and I send her back. I break my own rules. Perhaps it is because she distracts me. Yes, this must be it.

My palm raises, I should destroy her soul. It would take nothing from me to do so. Locks of brown hair caress my palm causing me to halt. I had given her a space pulsing with bright lights. Her hair is the colour of mud, and smelled like sweet peaches. Yet, in the light it shines like a golden fire. I wish to see what those eyes look like.

"No," I scold myself, "No Enirr. This is enough."

So, with the flick of my fingers I send her back. In a flash the phantom of her body is gone. She is gone and I have done it once more. A sigh escapes my lips as I summon a lump of space to form behind me. Then, I sit. I contemplate. I am confused and curious.

Perhaps it is the mystery that draws me to her like a moth to fire.

That girl...that woman. Why does she continue to die over and over at such a quick pace? So quickly one might say it is fate that really wants her dead. But fate does not exist, and it is foolish to believe so.

I must find out why she continues to end up in the abyss every time I give her life. Perhaps then I can be rid of this pull. Of this terrible connection I feel to such a pitiful creature.

To a human woman.