Death's Awakening

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Summary

Mother Nature is on a mission to create a world full of immortals, desperate to save her existence from the destruction of the careless mankind. Cabel, a girl blessed by death, is our only hope. “If I were to dream of Death, I’d picture him a saint.” Death is imminent. We all fear it, mourn over it, and attempt to outrun it. We can't, life doesn't work that way. But what if it could? When Mother Nature is selectively choosing an army of people to be granted her gift of immortality, the only way Death knows to stop her is to send is his Granddaughter, Cabel, entrusted with gifts of her own. What would you do - If you could see every death option for every single person flash over his or her head in a horrific slide show? If with one touch, you chose the stopping point of that individual’s life? Cabel is anything but an ordinary girl. Claimed by Death at birth she’s destined to restore the delicate balance between life and death – in a world where Mother Nature has altered things with her gift of immortality. Cabel seeks out her brother, a dying wish of her grandmother, leading her on a road of betrayal, loss, finding herself, and the complications of family. Cabel, along with her best friend Lyric, seek out answers for her unique gift. Follow Cabel as she seeks to belong. But is that really possible for a girl with the blessings of Death?

Genre:
Other
Author:
Amanda Ramos
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
22
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
16+

She.

Before the Age of Man when the cosmos was still young, all was ruled by darkness. The vast cold emptiness was all the god had ever known. Depthsis, alone and aimless, wandered his desolate planet pondering his own existence never finding comfort.

The planet was dark and frigid. The violent wind would blow thick, black clouds to cover night the sky where he often looked. His weary head would lay upon drifts of jagged, unyielding rock as his eyes witnessed a beautiful ballet of sharp, knife-edged protrusions of black rock slamming into one another. Sparks would shower the air with light and color. The percussion of sound would fill the empty void of his ears. He found it easy to believe that the rocks themselves were attempting an escape from their own destiny on the treacherous planet.

For eons, he wandered finding no solace in his own existence. Only the maddening thought of eternity alone to keep him company. For eons, he would spend his presence in a repetitious haze.

He had never known sleep or peace, his wearisome act of lying down was only to busy his fettered mind for a while. In an act of final desperation, his hands slammed violently into the rocks overhead. That was when he saw it.

His dark purple eyes focused on the horizon, the wind bit at his pale, purplish skin. He saw a nebulous glimmer in the distance. That was when he first felt it. He felt a pull, something strange and new was drawing the god’s attention. He had never known excitement or fear, he had only known solitude.

Never removing his eyes from that glimmer the god sprung hastily to his feet. His salvation was in that glimmer. His reason for being, his other half had finally come for him. Depthsis, the lonesome god, found new purpose, a calming resolve to his restlessness. With no shadow of doubt, he only knew what was right.

He ran, his speed never wavering. His skin was chewed raw by the bitter wind blowing with more ferocity, pleading with him to go back to his existence of loneliness. Rows of knife-edged rocks, which were once the source of the god’s only entertainment now vaulted in front of him in attempt to conceal his most wanted prize.

He ran with a grace and speed unlike anything he had known before, leaping over newly formed obstacles and battling the wind to gain every inch drawing him closer to his answers.

In the distance his glimmer now flickered. Depthsis had never seen anything so magnificent and striking before. Its presence was warm, inviting, and safe. A soft bluish white light was flickered begging to be found. It was only as the god drew closer that he realized the light was failing. Something was wrong.

With a push beyond what he thought himself capable he now moved with a deeper purpose. His chaotic mind now had meaning. He needed whatever it was. He yearned for it. Suddenly Depthsis felt a change within him, instead of fighting with the wind he began to float on it gracefully, moving with such ease, using it to his advantage. The rocks no longer seemed to block his path but propel him closer to the light at his will. Never once did his lock on the target waver. The fading light would be his.

He saw it then. The light started to take shape. Only a few more rock formations to overcome. Then it was laid out before him just as the god imagined… it was beautiful… it was pure… it was… dying.

The light, now defined, took shape. Depthsis saw a beautiful woman lying on the cold, unforgiving ground. He was confused. His vast knowledge did not extend to resurrecting a fading light. As gently as he could he picked her up and caressed her in his arms, pleading with her not to go. He carried her to a place where the wind wasn’t so strong, where the rocks protected them. She was his chance at salvation.

He laid down next to her and caressed her in his arms, holding on to her purity, protecting her from the vicious cold that surrounded them.

He spoke gently to her for a long time describing the beauty in the sounds the rocks had made crashing against one another.

Finally Depthsis closed his eyes and, for the very first time found sleep.

Much time had passed since Depthsis, the God of Darkness and Anthea, the Goddess of Light had found one another. They grew to rely on one another, comfort one another, and fall for one another.

Together they were the two most powerful beings existence had ever created. As a couple they would go on to create galaxies of beautiful light swirling, chaotic, pristine, and enigmatic.

Depthsis felt as an adolescent, his power budding and ever expanding. He knew his powers must be harnessed for good and only sought to create life and nurture it.

Anthea would often push herself past her abilities while relying on Depthsis to burden most of the creations. Whatever the case Depthsis was stronger.

After spending herself to create another corner of the cosmos she would collapse even weaker than before, while Depthsis seemed to be gaining strength. Her abilities seemed to be waning in the shadow of her husband.

She had felt the human sting of jealousy and in that temporary moment of weakness… she believed they could have children.

Anthea had convinced Depthsis they must create a home for their children. They had created a beautiful blue planet that was nestled off in a small, seemingly inconsequential corner of the cosmos. There they watched their children grow and flourish, their powers budding and ripening as theirs had so many eons before.

Ibrais, the Ruler of Earth, hunched and deformed. He dragged one leg but what he lacked in stature and beauty, power and wisdom resided. Lyf, the Controller of Water, medium height and slender she was dignified and graceful, always flowing with an uncontrollable beauty that never wavered. Karbyn, the Patriarch of fire, strong and gorgeous to gaze upon. He could mesmerize you with his intransient dance. Lastly, Natura, the Speaker of the Winds, she embodied awkwardness and she lacked any semblance of coordination.

Children are often cruel and in nature often target the weakest of the group.

Anthea did not care and would often scold her three eldest children for targeting Natura, but Depthsis believed strongly in the pecking order of life. For the second time in her existence Anthea felt the human sting of jealousy… and in that moment of weakness she felt rage.

Many years had passed since Anthea had felt that rage. Many times had she felt it since the first time and every time since she had used that rage to fuel her tutelage of her daughter Natura. She trained her daughter to be silent and swift. She moved with an unrelenting force so graceful that it seemed to be an art form. She trained her daughter to defend herself and fight her siblings.

Natura thought she was ready, ready to control her emotions, ready for the respect of her siblings.

When she had first gazed upon Ibrais she led him to believe he had upper hand due to his brute strength. Her fighting was exact, precise, and unyielding. She struck her brother hard and quickly. Upon contact she knew she had killed him.

When Natura killed Ibrais her emotions ran confused. She had anticipated guilt. She had not anticipated the exonerating liberation that flowed over her… she was no longer the weak one.

Lifetimes passed following the moment Natura’s family breathed their last breaths. Upon absorption of their individual powers she now commanded everything in nature. She could now bestow life and death to whomever and whatever she wished. Nothing disobeyed. She is Mother Nature.


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