Playing With Fate, Dancing on Ice

"Rule one, don't toy with their fates. Rule two, don't tease them. Rule three, don't acknowledge them."

That was the first thing Charity's father told her when she entered his realm, the underworld. And it was always simple, easy even. The dead never really interested her. Just walking around aimlessly, moaning about their losses. Well, easy until one ran to her. He saw that she was alive. He started crying and screaming.

"You! Girl, my family! I need you to make sure they're alright. My daughter, she's six. And my wife. Oh, don't forget my son... His name is Sage, he's about your age." That's what he managed before her father's guards pulled the dead man away. But they were too late. His message stuck with her. She had to find his family. So she broke the rules. All of them. She changed his family's fate, she teased the dead by going up to the living, and she had acknowledged him.

Before she realized it, she was being treated like a puppet. People pulling on her strings and instructing her on what to do. She was walking on a thin line between Eternal Damnation and Eternal Freedom. She never realized that the souls she saw were those of the bad. She never once thought that the others lived new lives on Earth. Somebody who led a different life style completely. But their souls were always eventually claimed by her father. That much she knew.

But that some could avoid him for so long, it never crossed her mind. Will she ruin her own fate and Sage's? Or will she fix both of their fates.

I guess you'll find out. After all. I'm the only one who knows what happens.

I am Charity Bloom.