The First Wielder

Chapter seven: A Wonderful Place

SEVEN

They say things can change drastically at a shift of the day. What happens in the morning differs at night. The people you meet at dawn change at dusk. Even your experiences vary based on the time of day. But it's always a given that everyone has a favorable time of day.

And Abigail always preferred the nighttime.

She loved watching the serene moon replacing the bright sun and slowly change the scenery of the whole city. The mood shifts from noisy and robust to peaceful and quiet. The streets slowly turn empty as dim building windows light up. The air turns chilly; those who wore thin clothing and are still outside are in it for a ride. Also, the inevitable is more bound to happen, and more interesting things are yet to appear.

Abigail stood atop a ten-story building. She was sauntering at the edges, placing one foot after the other while stretching her arms. To others, it was dangerous to be there at such height since one mistake can lead her toppling down the establishment. But to someone like her, that's what makes it exciting.

She continued doing her jolly little thing. Her gray eyes were shut close as she began humming a tune. The braid on her hair was undone. And now, her temporary wavy hair was flowing with the small gust of air. Abigail enjoyed her time before coming back to reality and face all hell she had to take. Unfortunately, it was cut short.

"What are you doing?" Five questioned as he appeared not far from the girl and observed her. "Wait, you're t-posing, aren't you?"

"Try it. It's fun," Abigail coaxed, not bothering to look back.

"You do know that one wrong move can make you--"

"Whoops," She blurted out while purposefully losing her footing, shifting all her weight on her right side.

Abigail was on the verge of falling to her doom when a hand tugged her left arm and make her stumble a good distance away from the edge of the rooftop.

"I'm not here to save your suicidal ass, Abigail," Five hissed as he let her go once he made sure she was safe.

She snorted. "Worrying will make you more of an old man, Five."

"Unfortunately, I am, and so are you."

Abigail gasped. "Rude. Age is a sensitive topic for a lady, along with her weight."

Five rolled his eyes at her dramatic attitude. "Why are you here and at a time like this?"

"I came here to think," She replied and stared at the night sky.

"Five, why do men fear death?" Abigail suddenly asked.

He couldn't help but act rude. "Because they know they only have one life to live and savor, unlike you."

"That's a low blow," she pouted. "People may be jealous of the 'gift' I have but to live numerous lives is actually a curse. You understand it too, don't you?"

Abigail turned to smile at Five before gazing at the sky once more. "I let myself plummet down and face death because I know I can never be harmed."

"I do still feel pain however," she paused. "And that itself is proof that I am, and can never be, as powerful as a god."

Even with Five's protests, Abigail strolled back to the edge of the rooftop and began swaying back and forth. His eyes were focused on her feet that if she decides to play with her life, he'll know. Abigail stopped and spun to her companion.