Riley was a young woman in her 20's from the Midwest. She had a job, attended college part-time, lived with her family, and sometimes went on adventures. She'd go hiking, kayaking, sightseeing… She once drove 23 hours down to Mexico with her friends and even flew 13 hours to the British Isles with her Mom. There's not much out there she isn't willing to try at least once. Which requires a decent amount of bravery that Riley boasts to have.

However, in this instance, it all flew out the window. Trapped in the body of a 3 year old in an unknown situation and glaring down the embodiment of Death, fine. But add in a pair of footsteps racing down the hallway and progressively getting closer… Riley would rather cower under the bed than face the music.

"Fuck." She breathed out, staring wide-eyed at Death, silently begging him for help. He merely smirked in response.

"Ooh, good luuuck!" Death sing-songed, fading into the shadows just as the door to Riley's room swung open.

"Riley!" Antares exclaimed as he strode towards the bed. "Little star, are you alright?"

Gazing unblinkingly up at her new father, Riley hesitated before nodding. At 6'2, Antares made for a striking figure. Short black hair that curled nicely around his ears, hazy silver eyes that reflected the moonlight from the open blinds, an aristocratic face, and slender build… Mildred's image flashed in her mind, 'Cheese and crackers, that's a good gene pool.' Riley blanched for a moment, trying to get her thoughts together.

Internally, she was panicking, 'Oh my god, he's fucking British! What the fuck do I do? Can 3 year olds even talk? What are toddler mannerisms? Fucking hell, am I British?!' Some of her uneasiness must have shown because the next thing she knew, Antares was sitting down next to her and stroking her hair.

"Everything's fine, little star. It was just a power surge." Antares began to soothe. Coaxing Riley to lay back down and tucking her in. "Just close your eyes and sleep."

Riley had no clue what to do, but decided to play along and feign falling asleep. In all honesty, she found the continued hair petting rather nice. Very relaxing. It would be even more relaxing if she wasn't still freaking the fuck out, but whatever. Eventually, she felt Antares stand and make his way out of the room. She kept her eyes closed, waiting and listening for his footsteps to recede and for her parents' door to close.

Popping back up from under the covers, she peered into the recesses of the room, watching as Death rematerialised from the inky blackness. She studied him for a moment, trying to gauge his emotions. Gliding across the floor, Death leant against the window frame, returning the look in equal measures. Not wanting to be the first to break and show weakness, Riley waited. As if Death could read her intentions, he bit back a grin before gesturing towards her.

"So, your name is Orion Dorea Black, Riley for short. You're welcome for that. You get to 'keep' your name, so to speak."

"Oh yeah," Riley scoffed, "because still being 'Riley' is really the most important thing at the moment."

"You are 3 years old, a few months from 4. Your birthday is July 2nd. Parents are Antares and Mildred Black." He continued to list off.

"Right, ok." She muttered, engraving the information to memory.

"You are currently living in Kent, but will be moving to Surrey soon." He added mindlessly. Riley jumped to attention.

"Surrey, as in, near London, Surrey. Surrey, England, Surrey?" Riley implored, half hoping she misheard.

"Yep! Good ol' England." Death agreed with a shit-eating grin. Gaping in bewilderment, Riley dumbly stated,

"But I'm not English." Looking up into those void like eyes, she waited for the punchline to the shitty joke he must be telling.

"Oh, but you are!" He crowed. 'Aaannd there it is… My life must be the joke then.'

"But, I don't know how to speak fucking British English! Hell, I don't even know how to talk like a toddler." Deciding this has to be one of the dumbest ideas ever, she attempted to poke holes in Death's plans.

"Not to worry. When other people hear you talk, it will sound like childish babble and grammar to them. It will gradually wear off over the next couple of years and people will just assume you're a genius or mature or something." Death happily informed.

"Or something." Riley deadpanned. "And the British thing? I definitely cannot accurately imitate an English accent."

"Television! You young people just love your TV." He nodded to himself. 'Oh, he's fucking stupid.' She thought to herself.

"Hey, I'm not stupid. You'll eventually pick up some of the slang and hints of the accent. It won't be a problem." Death cajoled, while crossing his arms defensively.

"Stop reading my mind." Riley scowled up at him, mimicking his pose. She was still having issues believing him, but decided to carry on. "What else?" She sighed in resignation.

"Well… There's just one eensy tiny difference between your world and this one." He hesitatingly offered.

"My world? I'm not even in the same fucking universe?!" Riley fumed. She was so fucking done with his shit. Death or not, he's on her shit list. Death made an over the top 'oh shit' face.

"Oops, did I not mention that?" Not deigning to respond to that overly sarcastic comment, Riley gave him a look that promised pain. "Anyway, a different universe, yes. It's just a small thing. Miniscule even. Everything is basically the same. Really just-"

"Fucking spit it out you douche nozzle!" Riley interrupted his pussyfooting spiel.

"Magic. Is a thing. That people do." Death grimaced at his wording. "And you as well." He added reluctantly. Her annoyance forgotten, all of Riley's thoughts froze.

"Fucking what now?" She sputtered. There was absolutely no way this motherfucking idiot dropped her in a world with goddamn fucking magic, of all things.

"Magic is real-" He began before Riley cut him off again, and her mind whirled into hyperspeed,

"Yes, yes, I heard. What kind of fucking magic are we talking here? Lord of the Rings magic, The Witcher, fucking Harry Potter? What have you done?" She rapidly questioned, too riled up to slow her flow. "Wait. Did you say I can do magic?" Death blinked at her.

"Uh, yeah. It's, I guess, similar to the Harry Potter franchise…" He trailed off. There is obviously more to that statement than he's willing to say, but before Riley could ask, he continued, "and of course you have magic now, what do you think happened when the lights exploded?" Death patronizingly asked. 'This motherfucker.' Riley bristled.

"Uh, I mean. Magic is not a logical conclusion. A coincidental power surge was more reasonable." Riley petulantly stated. Glaring at death from under her eyelashes. Nodding consolingly at her, Death straightened from his slouch and clapped his hands together, startling Riley.

"Whelp, that's about it."

"W-wait! What do you mean? You've barely told me anything." Riley scrambled to get off the bed, getting tangled in the blankets, as Death took a few steps towards the shadows. "What about saving the world and that person you mentioned? What about the magic? I don't know how to use it. Dude, I'm fucking 3, what am I supposed to be doing?" Watching her mini freak out, Death smiled and said,

"Nothing. Just do you for now." Riley stared in open mouthed shock at him while her brain short circuited.

"Fuck, wait!" She blurted. Struggling to move again. 'Fucking short weak ass limbs, move!'

"I'll see you again, uh, sometime." Death imparted as he walked in the darkness. Riley could only watch in horror as he disappeared.

"I'm going to stab that piece of fucking shit with a rusty butter knife the next time I see him." She angrily ranted, righting herself on the covers again.

"Oh, and by the way…" Death's voice echoed ominously. "It's March…" Riley couldn't care less what the fucking month was. "1984." He added knowingly.

Riley was a young woman in her 20's with a decent amount of bravery and currently trapped in the body of a 3 year old. Therefore, she can't be at fault for crying at the subsequent news.

"But fucking Google!"