The Time Of Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The dark ground soaked in my blood thirstily as I lay unaware that the time was right...

Submitted: July 16, 2007

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The Time Of Death

The time was right. I lay there motionless on the warm ground as the pebbles and grass dug into my skin. The air was still. All was quiet. The surrounding trees made not a single sound. The field was perfect. No one saw. No one would find me. Was this it? Alone and in pain was my end? It seemed the entire world had come to a halt yet no one knew of the body on the ground. The body quivering inside yet seemingly dead to anyone that might of seen, clinging onto life one breath at a time. A fear came over me at this time which I'd thought no more feelings I could produce. I was alone with the trees and the starless sky; black as pitch. My lungs took in small breaths of air,hardly enough to keep me sane. At first my chest had hurt with each breath, but that lasted but a small moment. Even my lungs had gone numb. Now only the back of my skull was felt. I could feel the tiny rocks inside and little stings growing harder to endure. As the pain set in tears started to form in my eyes. A single tear rolled from my each of my eyes and onto my hair. It was hardly felt. Alone in the dark I was. I had tried to maintain calm, but my mind interrupted my peace timeand again with uncontrollable scrambles of thoughts pieced together senselessly. I wished for Death,yet I prayedhe did not come. I tried to move. My body had given up. I knew I would be easy for him. I couldn't even move. I couldn't fight Death. I couldn't outrun him. My heart beat faster as the nervousness set in. Like signals, the thoughts continued; an eternity of torture it seemed. Eventually the fear became overwhelming. All I could do was wait. The ants crawled on my legs, underneath my blood-soaked dress but I could hardly feel them anymore. I pictured them feasting on my dying flesh. I was so scared, so I closed my eyes in an effort to find comfort. It was almost time.

I lay there in silence, now ignoring the thoughts my mind was feeding me. I searched for peace within myself. I wished for comfort; I wished for Death. I held my eyes shut tightly and out of nowhere, a voice filled my ears and my mind. Someone knew my name. I opened my eyes to darkness. So far away it seemed, like an echo.It was everywhere, all at once, loud and clear carried on by the dark air surrounding me. A comforting low voice without a face it was,for I saw no one.This could be comfort, or this could be Death,I thought. My body was mostly numb to me now, but I did not know what time it was.Then my eyes caught a glimpse of him.I began to realize the time was right.

He stood above me, a very tall, wide-shouldered figure, black cloaked in cloth which was blacker than the night. Ah,the one I'd awaited. Or the one that had awaited me? He knelt down next to me. I tried turning my head towards him, but was quickly greeted by sharp pain. The ants, the pebbles, the wound and the blood thirsty sand were taking their toll on me. Through blurry eyes I saw his distorted angelic pale face. He grinned, that much I could see. Like trampling horses, my thoughts overlapped over and in just seconds of time. Fear of the unknown was eating me away. What would happen next? Would it be a slow Death as this had already become? Perhaps he would change his mind,though I was too far gone. I feared more pain, even though I seemed incapable of bearing more. A warm breeze picked up and the trees finally sang.I could make out the image of their beautiful swaying limbs.It was a peaceful sound.It was a peaceful image. I painfully bliked away tears, turning my swollen eyes towards this creature with the heavy presence. His eyes were fixed on the trees just as mine had been. His grey eyes seemed full of wonder. Then he noticed my stare.His eyesexamined me closely, his face remaining expressionless the entire time. He didn't speak. I could hear my heart beat which by now had slowed to a weakened thump here and there. His presence was angelic and my very thoughts he could read.The windwhispered his voice and he told me not to cry. Another tear came down regardless.

Another pain began on the back of my head and I recoiled in pain as the flow of tears escaped my eyes. Now, it seemed I could feel the pain of the ants biting into my wounds tearing away flesh and taking it with them. There was warmth underneath my buttocks. The ants hadn’t reached that bloody mess yet, not that I was ready for it. I wished for Death then. But Death had been watching me. He had planned this. The time was near.

He sat completely still. His eyes remained fixed on mine. The trees swayed. The warm breeze caressed me. I thought of the day. I saw in my mind the sun. I felt it kiss my skin. I breathed its warmth. I saw the green trees. I saw the flowers smiling at the sun. I felt the warm grass underneath my bare feet. I saw the shadows of the clouds that swam over the hills of green. The butterflies fluttered. The birds flew by freely. Silence. And now darkness. My thoughts were broken by his touch. He had cold hands.

A sigh I let out for I felt that my broken body was running out of air. A wave of numbness swept over me. I looked past him now, and into the heavens. Beautiful they were now; a midnight blue sky scattered with tiny stars. The moon grew large and round and its light sprinkled on the dark earth like dust. The Earth lit up with an eerie glow,yet it felt right. Just as was the time.

A soft music from afar arose and the stars got brighter. I could hear them, singing a song to me like a choir as it grew softer and slower to the beat of my dying heart. The light of the moon touched my skin in a warm embrace. The trees swayed and the leaves rustled in unison, a song for the departing.

I looked over at him and his gaze was still on me, carefully watching; waiting. The moonlight reflected off his face.Alas, the time had come. He reached out his hands, putting them underneath me, one arm under my neck, the other under the back of my legs and he lifted me up. I realized my body was numb.Then, like curtains made of night, his wings enveloped us. The stars became bigger. The moon grew larger. In the dark, he whispered to me. Welcome home,my love.


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