Prologue
War, famine, death. All these could come at once in a person’s life, through any means, any situation, any time and once you see it coming, not even a millisecond will you be able to avoid it. It might only graze your skin but the venom that it carries will seep through your flesh until it reaches your heart, killing you softly even as you smile and live the remaining days of your life to the fullest.
A commoner would have dreaded the idea of death, a commoner would have gone through the pits of fire in her lifetime just to avoid what awaits her at the end, even at what is for her as she lives. 26 years of suffering, just to be met by an ending in ways that one could not imagine. A certain art of death that even the devil himself won’t be able to foresee.
A commoner would have begged and cried.
But not her. She wasn’t born in ways that a commoner would have been brought to the world, she was different and she embraced it. For she did not cry— well, she can’t cry. She’d rather let those tears free on circumstances that she did not see coming and that is yet to be seen. Because all throughout, she have seen everything coming and that’s what makes her different.
A friend of Death? An ally? No one knows. She just knows, everybody knows, that Death is her companion and together they will walk to the doors that will be her end in an aspect that is still unknown.
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© Novelia Tejera, 2019
