Death's Timer

Death's Timer

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In a world where your death and time of death is your choice, many have the opportunity to live their lives knowing that when that day finally comes they will go as they wanted. Many choose to die old and die in their sleep, some others choose to go by there own hands or other means. Twenty-one year old Nardia Kattochi knows she's coming to the end of her days and has accepted that in nine months twenty-one days and fourteen hours she will die by the hand of a hooded man. She however never chose this, it was chosen for her. Shizumi Yume, a watcher. Is one of death's many illegitimate offspring. She is cursed to watch 'Timers' die their chosen deaths at their chosen times; until she glimpses Nardia. For the first time, Shizumi finds herself actively watching a timers life. Until that is, the seeds of indecision begin to sprout in the corners of her heart as the price of going against her father whispers through her mind. The price of crossing from the realm of watchers into the realm of timers for interfering is a heavy price in either realm.
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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