When Emotions are Heard
Days and nights flew, faster than the whispers of the wind that the Reaper had asked her to listen to.
Not Reaper anymore, but Master.
The girls accommodation was the huge mansion but she didn't have even a little of a work to do in there.
Her only company was the whispering wind and the raging fire in the mantle. Her Master would return at nights after his 'work' and the girl would compete the wind and bring him a cup of tea, only to have the liberty to dine with her Master instead.
"See to that the girl is taken care of" her Master would always command in whispers to the whispering wind, but the girl was nimble to take notice of his orders, always wondering why.
The girl of skin and bone found at the edge of the hamlet, was now ample and brisk, living in a dead land.
One winter evening, at the pit of the house, where shelf after shelf was coated with dust, the girl decided to tidy the basement to keep herself occupied.
Not long before she left the tidied basement, a whisper was heard.
"Child" the strained voice called.
Ignoring the call to be the one of the wind that always monitors her, she walked ahead, but not before taking a cautious peek towards the source.
"Child" a black and stuffy ugly thing holding on to the edge of the shelf called to her. It had a face devoid of features, bloodshot eyes devoid of emotions, a illusionary body devoid of strength, and a stomach sticking to the ribs. "Are you still mad that I abandoned you at the edge of the hamlet?" it taunted.
Bile rose up to the base of her throat. Her skin shrunk in horror and disgust. Tears brimmed her eyes in fear and her body stilled at the petrified sight of the tedious figure.
"Mother?" The girl finally spoke in response to the creature.
Don let the line blur.
"No it's not you!" She yelled again, but the creature smiled.
Don let the line blur.
"Why darling? It's me. Help me my child." It sweetly demanded with its hoarse voice echoing.
Don let the line blur
"No!" The girl persisted.
Don let the line blur.
The words resounded in her head, throbbing within the walls of her skull.
"My darling. Don't you love me still?"
Don let the line blur.
But her actions were otherwise. With neglected caution she went towards the creature.
Step by step, the line faded and faded. The creatures monstrous eyes held captive of her actions. From each step she took, the creatures hungry stomach growled and from its mouth, saliva drooled.
"Come to me child. Come to me!"
"No!" She screamed, "No!" she cried, "No!" She hauled, but the creature laughed.
But its efforts was not faster than the winds whispers.
The helpless girl squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the monster to dig it's canine teeth into her tender flesh and her blood to splatter in the air in an eloborate manner.
Blood did splatter. But from the monster's hacked neck.
The Reaper had slashed it's head with his scythe.
Her shivering body looked up with tear blurred eyes to find his beautiful eyes laced with anguish and concern. He reached for her hand to shield her from the creature.
But the girl pushed herself away from him at a distance at first, fear still creeping at the tip of her toes. But his gentle touch and benevolent smile lured her to a crashing embrace.
"It's ok" he whispered to the girl sobbing at the nook of his neck "I'm here." He comforted.
Her grip around him tightened. From his cold touch, she eased.
With death she found peace.
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