Two-shots

The life decision (special)

A/N: I got asked for Sarah's decision. But bare with me as it's been over a year since I wrote the other chapter.

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Sarah sat upon the rocks as the undertaker walked up the steps. "Miss, was that Sarius?" Sarah stared at the ground. "Adopting a grim reaper into his ranks, surely he doesn't intend to live forever as Draven had lived?" Sarah's eyes snapped at the undertaker. "Bite your tongue fool. I never once gave Draven special permissions to stay alive as long as he did. You'll learn from this mistake, now leave my home." She'd speak coldly to the undertaker, as she turned to walk away.

Upon entering her castle like home, she sighed. "It's not the same, without you here." She'd say, tears threatening her eyes.

It took several more weeks to adjust to the dragons that had moved in, even sarius was getting on her nerves. She took a deep breath in, and the familiar scent filled her nose. "Yellow king..." she vanished into a cloud of black, into her office and stared between Draven and the king. "Will you approve of—" Sarah didn't even hesitate in placing a hand up. "It's approved. Get sarius out of my home, reverse time, and fix this mess." Draven hadn't looked surprised by his sister's reaction.

"Before he does." Sarah shook her head. "Now!" She commanded, slightly scaring the yellow robed reaper.

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Sarah closed her eyes as she felt time slip backwards. She heard her brother's voice. "They can't survive without me, please allow me to go back" as well as the king's voice. "That goes through the grim reaper's approval." Draven had forgotten what Sarah's position was with the reaper's. "Then let's see the grim reaper" came Draven's voice.

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Sarah awoke on a day a month before Draven was set to go to war. "There is a peaceful way to do this, allow me to take your place brother." Sarah watched him, it had felt like a bad dream before. "You are asking me to allow you to talk to the king in the north?" Sarah's jaw flexed slightly. "Stay alive for your family, yes." She'd say without hesitation.

Draven stared at his sister, unsure of what was going through her mind for once. "Very well, don't hesitate to call if you need me." Sarah nodded and left.

Once outside the castle barrier, she opened her hand to find a golden token. "I suppose I owe you one, one day." She looked to the king who stood before her. "Changing fate, is a hard thing to do. Only approved by the grim reaper. Your memories will not fade, but they are protected." Sarah held the coin up. "Then let it be known, if I should feel this coin burning, you hath called upon the grim reaper for protection. Until then, old friend." She'd say as the two parted ways.

Sarah entered her home and took a deep breath in. "At least it's not stinky anymore." She'd say as she sighed deeply. Going off to prepare for the war that was surely to come should she fail talking to the king of the warring nation.