"Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else."- Marcus Aurelius
This was the first time I didn't know what I was doing. My ancient soul had been placed a human(ish) body for the first time in I don't even know how many years.
And I was finally walking the mortal's plane of existence.
I know what you're thinking though; what about the underworld? Who would watch over the dead while you were gone, and guide them where they're supposed to go?
And answers to all of them I have; plain and simple, I made a substitute copy of myself that is made up of a piece of my soul. That substitute can make copies of themselves and has shared powers like mine.
So for the time being, I'd be away from what I knew and was use to, and try to solve a good friend of mine's problem.
