Spirituality Tree
Chapter 1
It was a dark night filled with shining stars while the moon's glow shone down upon a bright green, swiftly moving with stealth, never stopping nor stumbling all the way eyes, equally green as the fabric on his robe illuminated by the moon, staring down upon a book with pages white as the moon. It was a rather special book that he stole, a surprising sight for his eyes since its been years he saw it last, the reason being he'd had his own taken away when he abandoned his purpose. The purpose of death, harvesting the dead to be exact, for he who once was a human man now is a reaper with bright green eyes to prove it all. A legend he was, lived for quite some time, memories of the past that caused his change all a mess, known for his skill and dedication among the newer reapers, a few aware of the betrayal, the truth of the deserter.
"Give that back, you have no right to touch the list!" A serious voice filled with irritation and a tint of hidden disappointment filled with a touch of sadness rang out through the silent night. The list he mentioned being the special book stolen, a list of the people to pass away, assigned for the reapers to harvest. The harvester of this particular book was a William T. Spears, who was a serious and organised individual that accepted no fooling around, a lot of dedication to his duty he had and skill with his tool to reap. A great admirer of the legendary reaper he once used to be, striving to be just as successful, until his fellow reaper collage in red came with information of a disappointment and disgrace, the truth about the legend. Filled with disgust and regret he made a new dream to become a true legend. Never would he have thought that he'd actually meet with the legendary deserter, and he certainly did not expect his precious list to be touched by that dream crushing betrayer.
"Oh? Hehehe….Such words from a novice wielding a tool more fit for gardening!" The legend replied with laughter, eyes still stuck on the list, jumping over a high distance between roofs. Annoyed William followed after, eyes never losing sight on the legend.
"At least I do my job properly." He shot back at the deserter who just continued laughing.
"So 'proper' you easily let the book get stolen...Hehehe...even a deserter as I never lost mine!" His laughter echoed louder as his eyes left the book and instead he held it high up, waving it as a taunt for the novice, who instead of getting frustrated took great advantage of the situations. Feeling just as risk taking as his collage in red William T. Spears threw his tool, the death scythe, right at his list, resulting in it falling down along the scythe.
The legend instantly regretted his taunt and went completely speechless, shocked of what just happened.
"But it would seem the deserter lost the list he stole." William said, also shocked the risky move actually worked, but he quickly recovered and swooped down to retrieve his equipment. Just as he was about to grab his tool a loud scream was heard followed by a green gleaming light as the legend jumped down with his death scythe hitting the ground, making it slightly shake and leave multiple cracks.
"Stay out of my way, novice." He said silently, voice serious, his presence giving of an imposing aura as he grabbed the book.
"Now, I'll be-?" The legend got his sentence cut out by William's scythe pushing away the book, expression serious.
"I will not allow you to leave, not with my list nor your death scythe!" He said with eyes glaring through his glasses right at the hooded legend, eyes covered by his bangs and robe. A menacing laugh was the reply William got as the legends imposing air turned stronger.
"I really have no time to play with a novice training to be a gardener" He then replied in the same silent tone and before William T. Spears could say anything back or fight the legendary deserter continued speaking.
"Especially such novices that forgot how the books….the lists work...Hehehe...and those who rely to much on their glasses!" With a menacing laughter and a large smile he swung his beloved skeletal death scythe high and in a motion that blurred he grabbed the glasses with the sharp end and then threw them, quickly breaking them in air, sending glass fragments flying, most landing on the book and as they did so the legends eyes suddenly slowly begun to widen in fear. Whiteout paying any attention to the novice he lifted up the book and ran away as fast as he could, William T. Spears following after shakingly with his eyesight weaker, shouting something about not giving up so easily on his duties but the legend didn't care for he was concentrating on his own duty. As the two reapers ran the glowing moon slowly got covered as clouds floated closer while the shining stars blinked in the dark, filling the sky with endless gleaming tears as the legendary deserter arrived at his destination but alas he was too late to fulfill his duty.
"...No….I….Failed..." He whispered and fell to his knees losing balance, bright green eyes in horror of the sight in front of them. Blazing fire everywhere, burning metal, stone and flesh as a silhouette of a floating shadow with eyes matching the destruction gracefully escaped, two small figures riding on the creatures darkness, lifeless and stuck.
A new chapter! I've still not reached 10, rather I'm simply in process for the 4th one but I still decided to at least post chapter 1! Here is some fun facts behind the scenes! At first I didn't even notice the mysterious legend spoke of the books instead of the usual list, but when I noticed I decided to keep it to add more history to the reapers, that in more older times it was called books. Also just as I wrote in the actual chapter, the mysterious legend has a custom outfit when he's being a reaper, his ancient custom clothes where he added green to his robes...Hmm...perhaps the older reapers had robes instead of suits, too? Feels like the ancient reapers were more like mages while the new once are all business like. Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading chapter 1...more coming….hopefully soon! :3
