Intro:
Losing those you love has always been hard. And no matter who it is that dies or when or even why they died you never seem to get over it. But still death comes. No is immune to death. Not even those who are immortal are immune to death. For what is immortality but that of a life that seems to never end. No one knows who or what controls the factor of death but death itself. My father understood death like no other had. Even as he lay dying in his own pool of blood, he still respected death. He respect death as it took him and my mother and they left me for the rest of this life time. I thought that, in that moment I, too, would meet death as they had. That was until a man, if that is what you'd call him, named Thomas Tod saved my life.