A storm roars outside your hospital room, the rain coming in turrets against the windows. Lightning flashes and all you can do is lay there, tired. You were sick of this treatment, you wanted to go home, back to your family, but home seems like just a useless dream by now.

Having been bedridden since you were young, all you wish is for this torment to end. You pray silently, as the pelting of water on glass is heard all around you. You pray, for someone to help you, and take you away from this place.

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I walk through the streets, my scythe dragging lightly off the pavement, the sound of metal against concrete cuts through the rage of the storm around me. The whirlwind billows around my cloak, tugging my cloak this way and that, as my steps are unsteady, like I would fall with the next step yet never do.

'Such amazing weather...'

I note silently to myself, gazing up from under my hood and watching the lightning bloom across the sky in a beautiful and awful majesty.

The methodical steps I took soon stumble to a stop as my gaze is drawn to something other than the storm that rages around me. A soft gold glow surrounds the area then weaves its way around me like a fine thread. My tired eyes widen, as the telltale string of a guardian angel is woven from the glow and wraps around my wrist.

I gaze at it, wondering what kind of prank the heaven's were playing on me this time. I held my wrist out, and began to follow the string connecting me to the child of man I was now bound to.

My mind ponders through my daze, the pull to this child of man strong as I follow the thread. The journey comes to a stop. I find myself in front of a sleeping mortal. I approach, setting my sythe against a wall gently, my fingers tracing their face causing them to stir.

I flinch back and stare at them silently. Not knowing how to approach this. How was one such as I supposed to know where to even begin with a task like this? Protecting a life when all I knew was how to take it away…