The death toll was ticking on the clock,
Once the bell rang, signaling at the time,
The death guardian will be right on the door,
Knocking, to summon the new soul that will be joining them.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"Why? Why should I die?" Althea whispered, breathing through her clothes as the waves had slumber a little. Qing Long scrutinize her back as he felt the empathy he didn't know he would feel. Qing Long felt something tickled right at his inner gut that he didn't know would be surfacing.
Althea shook her shoulders out as she was still at the top of that massive rock, with the wind gusting at the surface, her hair was flowing out of her body and onto her waist, the scent was long gone.
