Life and death

if one is lucky, they are far between, the latter negligible. Death does not choose who she takes, but she always has the chance. I was fortunate to be chosen, my end bloody and truly unforeseen. She waited for me on the other side, my new standards of life in hand. Once sealed, I was sent on my way. But not to Earth. Mertha, where humans were a minority compared to the dagger-toothed elves, omniscient angellum, and giggling goblins teeming on the four continents. Magic was the norm, technology now the taboo. I arrived in Sildred on Idoliam, an area waged in a war rekindled centuries after. I had much to learn, mostly through trial by fire. Many a danger lies ahead, some from myself. I will not bow; I will make the if to a when. I will complete my end of the bargain. I will return home but what truly awaits me there? Would it be better to stay?

Death and life

if one is lucky, they are far between, but neither is an end. Not when you sign the Contract Made after Death. Oh, and do play nice.