Prologue

Kla: Perfect.

Ele: Think this will actually be a story for once?

Tab: Shut up Ele, and let’s see.

Nic: Kudos if it is.

Life seems to fall easily once someone has given up. The fall can be slow and painful or fast and hardly noticed. Stories can be read to escape the fact that someone has fallen, so deep there hands can not reach the top of the hole; lost in a desert with other holes that have sunk deep. Rarely is there a hand that erupts from the endless darkness; the hand of your future. Those who see the hand grasp it like a lifeline, and their heart slowly begins to beat once again. Some will look away from the hand, hardly noticing for they enjoy the deep darkness. The hole sinks deeper, not ending at China; but going on until there is the devil or death waiting for them at the bottom, knuckles cracking.

Love. True love can save anyone, but many believe it a fantasy. However, what is life with out a little piece of fiction? Nothing, or nothing that is worth living.

Dust scatters across the wide desert; a wizened hand reaches across and touches the holes. Many die as it sweeps across. Death stood at the edge of reason near a hole, his hand resting on his scythe that picked at the edge of the hole. Dirt falls deep down into the hole and Death bends down to watch it fall. Death knew, even with how deep the hole was, a person lay curled up in a ball, waiting for something to save them. He scooped up a hand full of sand and tossed it into the hole, watching for a reaction from the lifeless body. Nothing stirred; Death glanced up to the endless sky full of clouds. He watched as a cloud shifted and broke apart from the sun. Something fell.

A lone white feather fluttered down from the cloud and fell, the wind tossing from side to side. Death watched from below as it tittered down towards the hole. He reached out and grasped hold of the feather, he examined it; pure white. Death smiled and lowered the feather down into the hole, opened his palm, blew, and the feather fell. Darkness consumed the feather as it fell deeper. The feather touched the bottom of the hole where the body lay. A sand covered face that lay almost dead, the feather fell gently onto the dirt covered cheek. The body stirred; Life opened its eyes. Light shone from the hole and Death quickly retreated from it, walking towards the next hole where a hand waved for help.

Ele: Ooookay.

Nic: Kind of has some symbolic meaning doesn’t it?

Kla: What’s that?

Tab: When it has some secret meaning to the words.

Ele: Does that mean that Death is considered a person and it helped the humans who sink into the hole?

Nic: I guess. Hopefully next chapter will explain.