A Dense fog surrounded the unforgiving land. Almost nothing resided here except a few sparse trees, a couple of bushes, and Death himself.
"Give her back! Give her back to me!" A small fairy flew in front of Death's face. Her small beady eyes locked on to his glowing red ones.
"I cannot." Death's icy voice washed over the sparse land.
"Why not," She screeched. The fairy's speedy shiny wings slowly came to a sudden stop. She floated down to the grainy grey ground. Her knees and hands touched the land. Her tears flowed freely. "It's not fair. I don't understand! Why her! I promised her!" The fairy slammed her right hand down.
"Mimora all things must come to an end even you." Death exhaled releasing a massive stream of smoke.
Mimora's top half shot up. Her knees remained planted on the ground. She placed her hands on her hips. " Do you hate humans! You make their lifespan shorter than us fae!"
"I have no qualms with humanity. I collect, Life is the one who gives the spans out." Death glanced at this scythe.
Mimora stood up shaking. "Then where is life?"
"..." Death studied the blue and green fae. "That I can not give you. Life does not like me. There is no correlation between us."
Mimora's wings fluttered, as she jumped up. "Then how does this cycle work! How is it possible! Life Cannot exist without Death!" She pointed a finger at him. Her little cheeks lit up.
Death shrugged breathing deeply. "It just does, because like Life, I am everywhere and nowhere. I know every end, even before the babe of a human or fae takes its first breath. Every action has consequences even this meeting. I can only stretch my scythe out, not recede it. Even If I so wish balance must be kept."
"Balance," She shrieked. "How is this balance? Railey was just a kid! A little girl!"
"I can assure you death was easier for her than living." Death reached both hands up to his hood shaking it out. His scythe floated by itself beside him. He quickly attached his bony left hand to the weapon.
"Who are you to decide that! To say that! The rumors are true Death does not feel a thing!" Mimora placed both hands on her hips again. Her legs pressed together as she leaned toward him sneering.
Death's left hand quickly tighten around his scythe."..." His skeletal head glanced at the ground as his red eyes grew dim. He took a deep breath releasing more fog. "I feel everything. Every emotion that is known I have felt. Even the things I did not wish." The skeleton in the hood moved closer to Mimora.
Mimora backed up placing her arm in front of herself.
Death pointed his right hand behind her. A small bright light shown from his fingertips. "I can show you."
Mimora blinked multiple times. "Show me what?"
"How death was a small mercy for her. " A dark blue and light blue swirling portal opened up behind Mimora.
Mimora puffed out her cheeks again. Her arms crossed over each other. "Hmph, fine show me. I highly doubt, I will change my mind."
"..." Death sighed. A sudden ache passed through his bones causing him to feel heavy. " Death walked by her stopping before the portal. "I know for a fact you will come to understand." Death glanced at her. "You will not thank me for it. You may even come to hate me, but that is Life. The jerk."
Mimora gasped as her eyes flew open. "Did you just call Life a jerk!?"
"..." He hesitated for a moment. "No...? That is the correct answer right."
Mimora shook her little finger at him. "You did I heard you!"
"..." You are laughing at me, aren't you? I can imagine it now Life. You slapping the armrest of your chair while pointing out in front of you. This situation is your fault. Death turned away from his thoughts as he walked toward the portal. "Come along."
"Hmm." Mimora's cheeks puffed out, but she followed him through.
When Mimora and Death exited the portal, they were in a hospital room.
Mimora glanced around taking in the sights. Some machines beeped and let out low hisses of air. The room was a small one-person room. Flowers decorated the window seal. An elder woman leaned up against the window. The woman looked like she had not slept in days.
Mimora then turned her attention to the bed in the room. The bed was small and had a bald little girl in it. Her eyes were half-closed. The little girl's cheeks were sunken in. On top of the little girl's mouth was a breathing mask. Mimora studied the girl with tears collecting in her eyes.
She covered her mouth "Railey!"
"Mommy," Railey gasped clenching her white bed sheets.
Mimora listened with rapt attention.
The woman's attention immediately went to Railey. Her eyes were shattering. The woman spoke as her voice seemed to get caught on every other word. "What is it, baby?"
"It hurts," Railey stated.
"I know, baby, I know baby." The woman's hands shook as they clenched the ledge.
"Make it stop Mommy."
The woman fell to her knees covering her eyes. " I am sorry." She shook her head." I can't; the doctors are afraid to give you any more medicine."
"Okay, mommy. Don't cry I can handle. I will be a big..." Railey suddenly drifted off to sleep.
The woman kneeled over facing the floor. Her arms were placed above her head crossed. She held in her screams.
Mimora floated beside Railey. "Hey, Railey we will play together.."
Death interrupted her. "She cannot hear you."