Just Another Grim Reaper

Epilogue

This story has not been edited. Sorry for my errors. Also sorry for the shortness. Im not really use to writing. Moreover, this is my first completely own story so sorry for any weirdness. Or misunderstandings please inform me of anything. So i can fix things and clear things up. Also This isnt techically the first chapter you know sometimes you read a book and theres a chapture before it really begins. Thats this. Please carry in now and have a good day!

Darkness, no light, no feeling, no thoughts , a pure void of absolute nothing. Well except one. The one that could change everything. For the good? For the bad? It was not yet determined the fates have not yet decided as they weaved the strings of life and snip the strings of death. The strings of the whole universe the ones that all living and nonliving things depend on.

All this rest on this one being. This one bright fire haired girl with big round sapphire gem eyes.That were once so lively to anyone that knew. Truly knew.Now gone colder then ice with a dull lifeless pathetic tint of light purple.The color you might see at the edges of a sun rise, or a lavender flower.

Everyone would know even if her eyelids were closed.not for the fact of there rarity though.Something more important. A fact the whole world knew about it, and soon even some places in the galaxy.

Small little freckles speckled her smooth cheeks like seeds being thrown on the land at the first stages of farming,scattered. Chin small and cute With a figure that was small and thin. Skin a deathly pale white.she was always a pale child ever since the day she was born,but never like this before.How ironically fitting though during the circumstances she was in.

Her body was bare as she drifted. But was there really a need for cloth now? Such need for a thing when no one was there? Her once fine silk robes and dresses perished along with her soul. Gems,golds,silvers, that once showered all so tragically taken away.

One could not feel no wind in the void,no warmth,or cold. Not a single speck of light.It was only a eerie pitch black. The type of blackness that if stayed in it long enough. Ill drive you mad. Not one drop of sweet sound. Even if it was her own from a shout to a whisper. She could not hear. There was nothing here but her. She felt nothing. As all her senses seemed to have faded to dust.

It didn't really matter though. She was no one now. Once had all the fame, fortune, everything one could dream of was at the tip of the figures for her.The chosen one. There everything she was there goddess. The one the prophecy spoke of.

A baby born with flames and eyes of darkness

Shall keep the true terrors away.

One that will truly save the existence or have it perish into dust.

Born when the sun is at its lowest. When the darkness is at its high. On a truly sacred night. A demon may crawl from the depths. To spread its black wings forevermore engulfing the universe into a void of darkness.

All life lost.

An angel will open its eyes and spread its wings....

The rest of it was torn. No one knew of the rest of it. Some even thought it was a whole bunch of rubbish. Some old wives tell to spook the kids. With a demon taking over. Some even twisted the prophecy to make it sound like it will come if the children didn't behave. Such nonsense.

Some people really believed though when a baby was born on the day they believed to celebrate there goddess an ancient being.long before time itself. The true creator of the universe. This one at least. Would save humanity but the true question was from what?

A young man raised the child to be like a queen. Treated like royalty and it was praised for even breathing. She hated it. Hatred grew in her heart.but the heart of gold never grew into the darkness. Questioning why she didnt have to work while others would be working to death. So unfair. Working for scraps and drops of water. The people were mostly twigs. Clothes ragged and dirty. Most didnt have a bath in years.While her flamed colored hair was nice and silky. A diffent nice outfit for everyday. Meat and drink brimed with luxury.

Things didn't last long though when the word spread that one that could save everything was born.

Ammara could still remember the poisoned tipped arrow piercing her heart.coldness engulfing her. Struggling for breath through every pained wheeze.red crimson blood puddling around her. Coughing and spattering out dark droplets. Truly telling how mortal she was with a death that shook the whole nation and changed it.

Ammara that was her name long before this. Remembering the warm look her thought to be father gave her as she called her that. How beautiful and strong she was. Telling her to pick herself up when she fell. Never once pressuring with the responsibility.

The one who shines like a star all there life but are bitter. He would say. Saying that's also why he named her that. Knowing she was nothing more than a young child with a heart of gold.

It hurt more than the arrow that ripped flesh tore bone and brought the last breath. To know that a man lost his child. His little one that he fed, raised and cared for as if the lil fire head was his own. That wasn't given to him just because of some sick twisted tale that had no proof of being true. Not only did he lose her but she lost him. The look of pure horror on his face. Tears streaming down his face as he looked down into her dulling eyes. The murderer swiftly got away as the king of the Awrathogon kingdom wept over his beloved daughter. Guards tried to stop the murderer but it didn't matter the true deed was done.Even if the man was tortured to death.The symbol of there hope for better days were as dead as the corpse that now lay in a lavender colored bed. All the way down in a cave surrounded by yillijacks. A personal favorite flower that never die no matter how hard you tried to kill it. It could just regenerate. Being a purple and orange she once thought of it almost as if the flowers where her. A silly thought from a young girl of course. But its was kinda to be expected when someone was treated like a goddess.

Even Though her true life was cut short. It was far from the end for this little spark. After all she is the chosen one. Who says you can't do stuff in, death as well.

Once was darkness in the distance a white speck. Growing larger and larger. Soon engulfing everything in a blinding white. That was the last time she was known as Ammara. The last time she was the beloved daughter of a king. She loved him very much but had to let him go. Her life was over it was time to start death.