Author's Note: An assignment for Creative Writing. It couldn't be more than 200 words. There's a god-like figure, so I put this under mythology.

The Illusion of Rest

He lay there in a world of dreams.

The fever burned unabated with not even the dampened cloth able to cool him. The blackened fever dream pulsed in gathering strength, causing him to moan aloud. His sickened eyes flickered once, and twice then he was back in its clutches. Slowly he sank further from the waking world, and further from life as his subconscious’ grip weakened.

His widened blue eyes stared about him with a mixture of curiosity and fear. He saw something and flinched away. “Do not fear me.” It materialized to reveal a slight figure with shining white eyes.

“I am dead.”

“Not yet. But do not fear it for you have a special task. Be prepared. We will be waiting.”

An hour later his labored breathing ceased.