A grey dawn
We grim reapers are supposed to be the staple image of death. Reap the souls of people who die and continue on with life. We’re supposed to be the staple image of death. Yet....it isn’t always like that. I learned that from a friend of mine. He was unlike any other reaper i met. He had a soft heart and wasn’t like your average grim reaper. He always had trouble fitting in around him. In fact....this story is about him and the person he ended up trying to save instead. You wouldn’t really believe it until you actually hear it. Or in this case read it or whatever. This isn’t a fairy tale with some dumb happy ending. It’s just....an ending. Not happy but….not as sad as you think. So sit down and enjoy the story of the boy that tried to make a difference.
In the misty and gray city of the reapers is where our story begins. In a little stone house where the wind always seems still and quiet and inside was where it all began.
“Boy get out here!” Shouted the man as he looked around for him apprentice. Storming around the small building looking for the child he scratched his head. “That child is far more difficult to train then I had hoped….still where the blasted god is the child?” he grumbled under his breath as he continued to search. Suddenly he heard the soft sniffing right behind a building by the rose gardens. Sighing, he pushed the bush aside and spotted him curled up and face covered in tears and snot. “.......Azurel....what’s wrong?” he asked calmly and gently, taking the boys face into his large hands.
Sniffing he looked at him, bruises littering his face and body underneath his robes. The guardian, Azazel sat down next to him. Calmly he spoke to him “I have a mission for you. A simple one.” The young reaper’s voice shook a bit “M-mission?” he whispered as he wiped his tear streaked face on his robes. Azazel nodded to his pupil, “Yes... Your first reap... A very easy one.” he advised. The boy sniffed and his eyes teared up again, “But everyone says I’m a wimp......I can’t reap. I don’t even have a scythe.” his violet eyes glazed over as he was close to crying again. “Which is why I have chosen a very special soul for you.” he put a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, “I believe you can do it son.”
Azurel sniffed his tears starting to dry up, “You do?” Azazel smiled and nodded, “I do....It’s a very simple one....one that won’t require a kill or anything....The person just needs someone to guide them on.” The youth looked confused “Guide? But I’m not a teacher! We were taught to reap not guide.” “Well I’m thinking for a starting soul you will guide her home.” he explained, “Guiding is a form of reaping...just much less common.” he pointed out. The boy looked at his sandals almost hidden under his oversived reaper robe. The black fabric did rather well to hide him in the shadows. “Oh.” he trailed off. Azazel stood up, “So are you ready to prove to those idiots what you are?” he asked as he offered a hand to the boy. Getting to his feet he nodded, “But I still need a scythe remember? It’s mandatory.” he pointed out. His guardian rolled his eyes before pulling a scythe from his robes and holding it out to him “Now let us go.” he urged.
But Azurel didn’t move. His eyes widened with surprise and wonder as he grabbed the new scythe. The black obsidian blade glinted in the light. The handle fit right in his hand. “How’d you get this?” he asked.
A grin played on his face, “I have ways now....It’s time to greet our guest of honor.” he led the youth into the house and into an empty room with a circle drawn on the floor.
Azurel seemed to pale a bit under his huge hood, the star shaped mark on his face stood out more against his freckles. “I’m going alone?” he squeaked. He didn’t answer as he grabbed his hand and the room spun around them until it settled into a small hospital room with pink ribbons and dolls on the floor. “Yes.....good luck.” Azazel said as he vanished without a trace. Azurel gripped his new scythe so tight his knuckles started to turn white as thoughts ran through his head as he felt ready to run. He took a gulp and finally opened his eyes long enough to survey the room. Finally his eyes land on a small six year old girl laying on the bed coughing.Dark brown hair surrounded her head like a halo and freckles dance across her arms and face along with her flushed red cheeks and red nightgown stood out against the white sheets. The boy slowly inched towards the bed and noticed the clipboard at the edge of her bed.
Name: Cora Halt
Age : 6
Disease : blood borne cancer
Born : 2010, November 2
Time left : unknown
Surgery is due for today
Shaking a bit he backed up from the bed. The girl didn’t seem to notice him as she coughed causing the tube in her shaking. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes “Mommy......daddy.” she whispered. A knot formed in his throat but he swallowed it down. Remember what to do. He thought to himself trying to give himself a bit of confidence. Taking a deep breath he mumbled a spell to turn himself invisible. Slowly she opened her small brown eyes to look at the ceiling. “I wanna go home.” her voice was barely a whisper behind the breathing mask. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Even if he didn’t really have a heartbeat. His knuckles went white as he inched forward until he was standing next to her. In that instant he couldnt find his voice. “Um......” his voice was barely a squeak next to the heart monitor. The girl could see the figure in front of her but didn’t say anything, only clutched her small dragon close to her. Despite the situation the girl yawned, “Sleepy.” she yawned her eyes drooping.Suddenly the doors opened and doctors walked in. giving a startled yelp as he ducks next to the bed. The doctors passed right over him as they walked around in the other room preparing for surgery. Azurel glanced from the girl to the doctors and noticed they slight glimpse of pain in her eyes. “I’ll.....i’ll help.” he mumbled, ’what am I doing?” he thought, “I...I.” He bit his lip as he closed his eyes and started mumbling another spell. And he watched as before his eyes her breathing became calmer as doctors took her and into surgery.