Merchant Of Death

Time's ticking...

"....you have thirty days Amelia"

" Thirty days for what?.."

"...to live.." as soon as he dropped the bomb I got off the bed and began my pacing once again.who knew a wish will be a person's worst nightmare,I mean wishes are meant to be you know looked forward to ,some wishes don't even come true but mine did...wait a minute he said I'm different but why, and people make that wish almost every day but mine is different,why? This is so not how I pictured my death to be.i never pictured my death to be anyway but I'm so not ready to die.
" When you said I'm different what did you mean by that." I stopped pacin and turned to look at the hot merchant studying me.
" Well..you know you are also different" he answers shrugging his bulgy shoulders.
" That does not answer my question merchant.." I scoffed already pissed by his remark
" First of all my name is Derek, and second of all that's what you will have to figure out in the next thirty days." I scoffed
" What do you mean figure out in the next thirty days, I mean what's there to figure out other than you are dying."
" Your time is ticking Amelia" okay now I'm getting pissed,what the hell is he saying' ouch' I felt a sting on my waist, like a burning coal pressed on my skin.i raised my shirt and placed my hand on the scarred part on my waist. The scar was not clear ,it was like a faded sign..like a number

" What,what is this" I turned to him as the pain intensified. It looked like a twenty nine

" ...I asked a question what the hell is this on my waist" getting nervous at the same time angry, I hate things on my body especially a mark that's one of the reasons why I hate tattoos.

"... like I said Amelia your time is ticking.." with that he left the same way he came meaning I don't even know how he left.

Confused and alone I sat on my bed my heart and mind racing with questions and fear. what the hell is going on ,how did this start? Talk about perfect way to start a day.

First my birthday and all the drama ,now my wish about death is coming to pass. Where the hell where the spirits when I made other wishes ,why the hell did they not answer that. But something is not right I can feel it. Why did he mention I have to learn to embrace my difference?
Why did he also say I have to find out something in the next thirty days.. something is wrong somewhere

' ouch' the burn stung me again reminding me that my days are numbered. Standing up a piece of paper  fell off the side of my bed hitting the ground. Bending down I picked it up the brown paper looked acient, more like a scroll.

  Edges of the paper were stapled and a red mark was stamped in the middle of the wrapped paper, having a drawing of a bird? I don't know.i could not really place the drawing on the red mark. Opening the paper carefully a piece of note fell off the paper with bold italic words

   'THE MERCHANT COMES ,A MARK IS PLACED ,THE TIME IS TICKING...DAYS BEGIN.
THE EAGLE SCROLL TAKES THE MARKED BACK IN TIME...ON HIS WINGS THE JOURNEY BEGINS...'

Looking into the scroll the drawing is bold and clearer this time. A drawn eagle slanting his wings with his beak open his head held high with pride and confidence. His wings begin to  flap like a real bird..woah wait the bird is moving how is that happening...the note.

Scrawl...

  The scraping sound on the wall made my head jerk up " oh no"

  ...THE JOURNEY BEGINS...

   " Argggggggghhh" the last I heard were my muffled screams before being embraced by the shadowy darkness..
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