An eye - for - an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I'm no cheek turner therefore, this was taught to me my whole life. Some might say if we follow this eye for eye ideal, we will become a blind system. But, I got no respect for a man who won't fight back."
Silence fell in the closed off room, the width was narrow but quite distance when it came to length. My eyes drop dead center of the huge bronze mountain of a desk in front of me, they sat all the way to the end of the room. charcoal gray Curtains hanging from the ceiling, dripping to the floor that was covering the peeking light. Shining through Behind the shadows of the five man, dress from head to toe in black delicate fabrics hanging from their throwns. Sharp glowing eyes were judging me, starring down from the five higher rank chairs hidden deep in there gowns.
The middle figure from the five ranks spoke forcefully making thunder waves echoing through out the room. " Regina dellinferno are you sure you want to go through with this ? "
"Your father was a fearful leader. I'm not sure your cut out for it." the others beside him nod in agreement.
The words seem to bounce wall to wall as my spine shiver at the thought of my father. I prepared to walk into an life that appears suddenly mysterious and frightening.
"No one expects an girl to set the world on fire" slightly tilting my lips upwards to hide my inner thoughts, And the terrible dread of the start of my decision.
They look down frantically writing scribbles on thin papers. The words seem to leap out of the pen. leaving behind golden ancient scribble before them, as a lady guide me out of the room to wait for my future.
bitting my tongue, and sliding my long finger nail across my milky skin. I slowly rock foot to foot, as my thoughts were distributed by the thick amber door.
A small scroll floated in front of me, tide up with a green string dangling down tempting to pull to see my fate.
I stand up straight pushing my long silver hair back behind my ear and my muscles stiffen before me.
Reaching out to touch the string . A voice inter my thoughts, saying loud and clear what must be done.
(Regina dellinferno the daughter of a grim reaper)
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Scroll of souls
Historical FictionRegina is the daughter of a grim reaper. Just turned 17 she is required to understand the concept of what the grim reaper is in the part of death.
