KronosThantos 1

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Kronos and Iphigenia have just finished their last year at college, faced with an unsure future and a shady past, will they be able to overcome the challenges?

Submitted: September 18, 2016

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I still remember the day when I first met her, it was a cold, autumn afternoon, right around three o'clock p.m. The date was september the tenth, just one day before my life would change forever, and four before she would never be the same.

I laid under the large weeping willow tree south of the academy with my partner and close companion, Ipghigeneia Argus. My nerves still hadn't calmed since we were first notified we were to leave, for our classes were over, and find a suitable job. Neither Iphige nor I knew anything about the outer world and it's complicated workings. Our best bet, if we were even to survive, was to put our future in someone else's hands, but our pride permitted us to do no such thing. So, we spent our last day in familiar surroundings where it all began for us. Iphige and I met under this tree, we had our first kisses under this tree, I've had more under this tree. This was all we could do for a proper goodbye, though it wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough. The withering sun shone on my face as gentle as the evening breeze that accompanied it. Iphige's sighs of relief and fear mixed harmoniously with my hot, wet tears. Across the courtyard, I watched the other students celebrate their graduation. They were ecstatic and over zealous to start their new life, free of everyone's rules and restrictions, or so they thought. They were blissfully ignorant to the real tribulations one experiences throughout life. I was happy for them. I admired the fact that they can forget their past in search for the future, dropping everything to continue to move forward, no longer afraid of the darkness in front of them. It seemed as if they were a different breed, I'm not even in their solar system.

"We have to figure out a game plan, Kronos." Iphige declared, an edge of annoyance on her voice. To anyone else this would look as an invitation to discussion, an opportunity to figure something out together, but if you were someone who really knew Iphigeneia, you knew she was demanding you to do something about it. There was no helping. "I'm not going out there if I don't know what I'm doing!"

"Pidgeon, I don't know what I'm doing either."

"Okay, so we have to change it! I'm not just going to sit around and wait for everything to come tumbling down on me!" By this point, the fiery brunette I knew so well was pacing back and forth. "I am not getting buried in poor decisions!"

"Nobody asked you to."

"By not creating a game plan YOU'RE asking me to! You can't just do that to me! I mean, what did we even study?!"

"We studied the anatomy of a human, and reaping ethics. On top of that, we studied soul processing, proper scythe care, and the rules and regulations of judging a soul."

"Yes, yes, but EVERYONE studies that! we need something different to pull us apart from the crowd!" At this point Iphige was more agitated than ever.

"I studied mortuary science on the side."

"NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR HUMAN STUDIES!" I looked at my friend in complete disbelief. Her hair was in erratic curls, zigg-zagging dangerously from her head. Those eyes were dark and cruel, like a hideous thunderstorm was brewing beneath her skin. There is a line you do not cross, when you are friends, but sometimes that line is disregarded.

"I cared about my 'human' studies!"

"YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE WASTED ALL OUR SCHOOLING BECAUSE LEARNING HOW TO PUT DEAD PEOPLE IN THE GROUND ISN'T GONNA HELP US FIND A JOB!!"

"AND NEITHER IS BEING A SPITEFUL BITCH!" Iphige's face immediately softened up, and I looked down to notice I had started crying harder. A few rogue tears escaped her eyes as well.

"I'm sorry, Kronos, I'm just scared." Iphige stuck out both of her arms like a toddler, crying for a hug. Her hands disappeared into the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt. I seized one of her wrists and pulled her crying face close to mine. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin.

"You have to realize you are not the only one who exists, I'm scared too. Just because you're worried that doesn't mean you get to do or say whatever you want." Iphige nodded her head sheepishly and clutched me in a hug. Buckets of salty tears soaked my own sweatshirt and even the shirt beneath it. I hugged her back, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, which only came up to my chest. She was trying to tell me repeatedly that she was sorry, but couldn't get the words through the sobbing. "It's okay, Pidgeon, It's okay. I know it's a scary time."

"W-what should w-we do?"

"We should probably look at the board, find a job that we have enough teaching for. Maybe consult the spirits a bit, if you're up for that."

"Yeah..." Iphige replied, in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

"Look at them," I motioned towards the academy, "they look so happy."

"I don't get it.."

"I guess neither do I."