Death and the Amazon Warrior ...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sylvia can't accept anything about death and dying. She lost her parents in a car accident and hates The Grim Reaper vehemently. Something that doesn't make their meeting easier - on him.

Submitted: January 08, 2010

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Very often Sylvia crept up the big, tall tree in the backyard of her grandparents' house. When she had got high up she was almost invisible from the ground if she sat on a certain leavy branch. To the old people with their bad eyesight she was very difficult to see and, naughty as she was, she enjoyed hiding and not answering when they called her.
- Ha! she thought, they can see me, I don't believe they can't. Actually, she thought they pretended their bad eyesight, their sore muscles and joints. She simply didn't believe in the shortcomings of old age. Or rather, she wouldn't think about it as she needed them to be young and healthy for many years to come and couldn't bear losing them.
When she was a little girl of 2 years old her parents were killed in a car accident and she had been with her grandparents ever since. There were nobody else she could be with as her entire family consisted of her and those two old people, nobody else. Well, and then there was Nellie, the 14 years old labrador who was her very best friend. Everybody talked of Nellie as a very old dog, but Sylvia wouldn't have any of that kind of talk so she denied the truth that the dog was on her last leg.
Death was both very tangible to her and at the same time something quite imaginary. She had lost her parents to Death and accepted that it had happened, but that she herself or those she loved would die some day didn't occur to her. That's why she was so very surprised when one day she climbed the tree she found her favorite branch taken by a beautiful, little boy with angel wings.
"Hey!" she yelled. "This is my tree, in MY grandparent's backyard so beat it."
He just smiled at her, looking very friendly.
"Who are you and why are you wearing those ridiculous fake wings? You look stupid dressed like that ..."
"I do," he said, genuinely surprised. "I put it on for you to trust me ..."
"Trust you, when you steal my tree?!"
"When I visit others I may wear other clothes ..."
"Oh, that I know. My grands also force me to dress differently when we go to town, the market or the doctor. When I start school I shall have to dress differently all the time."
"So you haven't started school yet, such a big girl?"
"I'm six years old and they teach me at home because I ... eh' ... get a stomach ache whenever we get near that dumb, old school."
"Smart!" he exclaimed, that I shall remember: Get a stomach ache and skip school."
Sylvia wasn't sure whether he mocked her with that comment so she glanced at him with a suspicious look. However, he looked very sincere and not at all like he intended to be fresh or anything.
"Anyway," she said, "you weren't invited to my tree so get down and don't show yourself and your ridiculous wings here again."
For a split second the lovely boy changed into something quite different and very scary, but he returned to his angel-features fast enough to make her unsure of what he had looked like for that short while.
"And who are you," she asked, all of a sudden eager to know.
"I'm Mortus ..."
"What a ridiculous name!"
"I knew you would say that," he said, heaving a deep sigh. "However, that's my name and if you knew it you would listen more carefully to me now."
Something in his voice really did make her listen very carefully this time and she even managed to sit still when he said: "I'm here for Nellie and your grandfather. They are to be run down by a car a few minutes from now on."
"You are the worst boy, I've ever met, and you just keep away from my Nellie and my grands!"
"It's my job to see to it, and what's more it will save them the pains of old age. It's bad enough as it is ..."
Sylvia didn't want to hear one word more. She bent forward and gave the boy a hard punch in his fat angel-tummy. To her great satisfaction he tumbled down the tree and ended up motionless on the ground. Fast as a cat she climbed down and went over to him. At first she just stood staring at him, but as he didn't move she pushed him with her foot. Nothing happened and she repeated the push. When she had given him six or seven pushes he moaned and turned over to look up at her.
"That's for threatening my Nellie and my grands. So now you know how it is to be in an accident."
The boy looked quite bewildered, then he produced a clock from his angel's diapers and looked at it, gasping at what he saw. "Damn," he said, "now it's too late. The moment that was set for this very important and benefactory action was passed five minutes ago. Now it's too late."
"Ha!" she exclaimed, "then get up and disappear right now."
"What did you say right now, something about "feeling oneself how it is to be in an accident", right?"
"Yes, serves you right"
"It's true that I haven't had that experience and who knows I may have died and been revived when you ... when you pushed me ..."
Sylvia looked at him in amazement. Was he deranged or from some weird religious sect? He looked so crazy and talked in such an idiotic way that she got quite confused.
The angel-boy sat up, rubbing his head and moaning. Then he said: "Well, it's too late for this time and the next one will not be until the stars conjoin once again which means in ... eh' ... some time in the future."
"You shall never set foot in this backyard again, unless you want another punch in your fat fake-angel-belly."
He just looked at her, then he bent forward and patted her head in a very tender way. As he did so he seemed to grow taller, his features changed from the childlike into something very old and wise. The flesh seemed to withdraw from his facial bones, his wings fell of and dissolved as they fell to the ground, and his voice changed into a deep and sonorious male voice.
Sylvia looked at him in amazement, but without being afraid.
"But dear child, I'm The Grim Reaper himself - I'm The Angel of Death."
"So that's what you are!" she yelled. "You killed my parents and you set out to murder my Nellie and my grands." Without another word she headbuffed him so he lost his breath and staggered. Before he could regain his foothold she yelled: "Ok, Mr. Reaper, then don't forget that you were kicked out of this backyard. Don't return or I shall do it again!"
The Reaper stared in utter amazement at the small girl standing in front of him, looking like a Valkürie, then he burst out laughing and that was the third time she hit him, this time using her Barbie Doll. With another merry laughter he set off, up into the sky, and soon he had disappeared altogether.

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