Long ago before rulers knew what ruling was there was a man by the name death. He was a tall skeleton that wore a black cloak and welded a scythe. The villagers knew when he would appear because they would hear a rattle of a chain. The chain was around his wrist and rattled anytime he moved around. I was a small boy when I heard the rattle. I shivered from the cold but never showed fear when it passed by me. death looked like the kinda person who didn't want to be feared but he was for no reason. "Hello.... child" "h-hi there". He spoke to me like he wanted to be my friend. "Why are you up this late" "HEY KID RUN" one of the villagers was trying to get me away from him but I didn't listen. "I was just wanting to go pick apples to make apple pie for my family in the morning, why are you up?" "I don't really need sleep but when I want to go to sleep I have nightmares and I have no one to talk to about them." he seemed really depressed. "You could talk to me about them" I said to him "Really? Are you not afraid of me?" "No not really". Death and I walked towards the apple tree farm to pick some while talking about life. We stumbled on something odd. It was a dead kid in a ditch but when I got closer I realized the reason death was here and why he isn't that scary was because I was dead.