Aradia soon is in front of the park. A large arch overhead with dead vines encircling it. She looks down at the untouched snow ahead of her. She looks back up and takes a step on the unmarked snow. A sudden rush of colors and sounds encircled her. She covers her face and the wind stops whipping her hair around. She moves her hands down and inspects where she is. A hallway. On that smells of old books. The walls are covered in old paintings and photographs. The paintings are slowly peeling and the photographs are turning yellow.
Aradia looks down and notices what she is wearing a formal version of her uniform. A long skirt and a button up shirt. It's very similar to her uniform of course. She starts to walk down the hallway. There is only a sound of her shoes clicking against the wood. The hallway is too quiet. Click...Click...Click. That's all that is heard. There, at the end of the hallway a large door stands in front of her. She puts her hands on the center where the door splits and says a small spell. The doors slowly open up.
Inside there is death. A small thing really. This is rare for anyone to be invited to his home. He sits at a table drinking tea while his scythe lays beside him. He looks up and gives a tentative wave. Death has always been a shy one for some odd reason. All those who die go to him before they are actually sent off. Of course that is after the reapers send them off. Aradia walks in and sits down next to him.
He does not speak, neither does she. He offers tea, she takes it. He sips at his tea, she adds a spoon full of sugar. He slides two envelopes over and seems to smile slightly before getting up and picking up a game to play. She shakes her head and opens the envelope with her name on it.
"Dear Aradia,
My y0ungest daughter. If y0u are reading this than I am afraid I have failed at my job as a reaper and as a mother. N0w Aradia, I understand that this seems sudden but there has been a sudden influx of deaths in the city. I went to see what it was. Unf0rtunately if you are reading this than I have passed 0n and it is y0ur duty as a Megid0 t0 carry 0n my w0rk, while y0ur sister runs the family. Aradia, times will be t0ugh s00n. And y0u need to be str0ng for it. This is all I can write t0 y0u f0r n0w my child.
Love, The Handmaid, your mother."
Tears slowly trailed down Aradias cheeks. She is having a hard time comprehending what the whole note was about. She looks up at Death and chokes out a sob. He only nods. She stands up and leaves the room. She walks down the hall and sees a picture of her mother. A beautiful women, elegant and cruel. She slowly walks down the hall passed the photo and a sudden blur of colors show her back at the gates of the park. Feeling cold and sad she slowly walks back home. She has two letters in hand, one is torn open the other with the name Damara on it written in cursive.
i know its still short but i swear it will get longer! Oh and reviews are always nice to see!