Guardian Reapers - NaNoWriMo2017 - Savy Pearson

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Votes 66
Parts 42
Time 4h 6m

Reads 420
Votes 66
Parts 42
Time 4h 6m

Where do you go when you die? For this kid, it's Purgatory. In fact, quite a few visit Purgatory, but most everyone moves on. Not this kid. They've been saved, by Death himself, for a very different mission. They will be reaping and advising souls, keeping the very balance of the universe. They will be the newest guardian reaper.
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    He raised the scroll again and proceeded reading.
    
    "We have evaluated your life, and you do not clearly fit into a category of the afterlife. For this reason, you have been sent to purgatory to be advised. After your trial period, I will decide where you fit, or whether you'll need a second trial for advising." He paused, looked up at me, and frowned. "What's your name?"
    
    "Why?"
    
    "It doesn't show up on the document. It should fill in automatically, the second you've been assigned for advising," he explained. "Odd. Very odd. Come with me, you're a separate case."
    
    "Separate from what?"
    
    "Everyone else, of course."
    
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    (Written for NaNoWriMo2017)All Rights Reserved

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Where do you go when you die? For this kid, it's Purgatory. In fact, quite a few visit Purgatory, but most everyone moves on. Not this kid. They've been saved, by Death himself, for a very different mission. They will be reaping and advising souls, keeping the very balance of the universe. They will be the newest guardian reaper.
    ____________________________________
    
    He raised the scroll again and proceeded reading.
    
    "We have evaluated your life, and you do not clearly fit into a category of the afterlife. For this reason, you have been sent to purgatory to be advised. After your trial period, I will decide where you fit, or whether you'll need a second trial for advising." He paused, looked up at me, and frowned. "What's your name?"
    
    "Why?"
    
    "It doesn't show up on the document. It should fill in automatically, the second you've been assigned for advising," he explained. "Odd. Very odd. Come with me, you're a separate case."
    
    "Separate from what?"
    
    "Everyone else, of course."
    
    ______________________________________
    
    
    (Written for NaNoWriMo2017)

42 parts