Spirit of Death

There is one spirit that is cloaked with shadows, ignored. Feared by the world, Eve is the Bringer of Death.

Her job is to take the lives of those ready to depart this mundane world and search for their next great adventure.

What happens when one day, the Moon calls upon her to help the guardians against a rising threat? Will she help them? Or will she turn her back on them, like they did many years ago?

But most importantly, will Eve ever feel again?

"How-" he started tentatively, "how did you become the Spirit of Death?"
"It's a long, stupid story. Pointless, if you ask me."
"The birth of someone is never pointless."
"That's the point." She said, touching the rosy flower on the ground, watching as it crumbled between her fingers. "I wasn't born again."

Thank you for reading my story, it means a lot to me. Feel free to leave suggestions. NO FLAMES! Also, this story is not edited. If you see a grammar mistake or a misspelled word, please tell me. There will be slow updates. Thank you!

~OutcastDonnie