It originated in Asia, slowly crept to the Middle East then spread like wild fire into Europe. The young and old were dying by the minute. So much so, that there are mass burial sights all over. The plague had even frightened the pope so much so, that he stayed in a room with small, controlled fires. Convinced that it was going to help him wored away the Black Death. After all, the plague had no sympathies. It took the princess Joan of England's life. Even so, it did not take the pope's. Unfortunately, I was not as lucky.

As I lied on my spot of the floor, I could feel Death, coming for me. Even my mother, father, and my sister Rachel knew it. They would never come near me, fearing that they would get the black bumps on their skin as I had.

It wasn't as if I could blame them. I would have done the same thing if I were in one of their positions. The Black Death was very contagious, and I didn't want Death to come for them as well.

So I laid there, breathing slowly with my eyes half open, and suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from my right. I wanted to look over to see whom it was, but was too weak to do so.

After a few moments the person finally came into my vision. He isn't what I had expected. He is a tall, lanky man of nineteen. He had creamy white skin, dark brown hair, milky brown eyes and was wearing the dress of a peasant. He wasn't a skeleton and didn't even have a scythe with him like all the paintings at that time showed him as. He didn't even resemble the Greek paintings of him as a youth with a butterfly and an upside down torch. Yet, somehow I could tell that this man was Thanatos. Death.

Thanatos looked down at me with his milk brown eyes and knelt down so that his eyes were on the same level as mine. "It is time, young one," he said to me softly, holding out his left hand.

I looked into his eyes. There was a part of me that wanted to fight the death that was inside of me, but I knew better. I would never beat it. I was only a mere peasant girl of twelve, and it had killed men bigger, stronger and more powerful than I.

"Shall the plague kill my mother, father and sister?" I asked.

Thanatos tilted his head; he had the slightest look of sympathy held within his eyes. "You will see them again," he told me. "Soon or not is determined by the fates, Anna."

I sighed, and felt a tear caress my cheek as I let out a loud cough, making the metallic taste of blood reappear on my tongue. Thanatos however, stayed still as this event occurred.

I couldn't bare it anymore. The plague had weakened me so, not even my family would come near me. But I knew they were hurting; they couldn't stand to know their youngest child and little sister was in such pain.

So, as I felt a few more tears stream down my pasty white cheeks, I reached out and grabbed Death's icy cold hand.


For all of you people who think Hades is the god of death, I've got news for you. He's not. He is the god of the UNDERWORLD and everything underground, like jewels for example. Not death though. If you don't believe me, fine, Google it yourself. Come on, I dare you.