There was a 'before-funeral' or so they called it... Happening in your village. A young cookie was dying. Nobody knew who, as deaths are most unexpected at some times. And it just happened to be one of your friends that you dearly cared for. You watched them helplessly lay on their bed, staring upwards.

You went to go help them but somebody pulled you back, not letting you go. Though you refused, they didn't care and still held you back. soon, somebody came in through the door.

A gorgeous woman, sleek and graceful. Her hair glowing like outer space itself, and it fading into a beautiful snow color. It was odd how it floated as if it were in water, yet you kept silent. You were intrigued by the large, magnificent staff that seemed detailed all so nicely.

suddenly, a person behind you told you to close your eyes, and you saw everyone else do it too. Following along, you were confused. you wondered if you should open your eyes, yet you remembered the tales of the moon that killed open eyes. Thinking it as yet a childish story to scare children for whatever reason, you opened just one eye.

You were greeted with the most terrifying scene of them all. The lady had her staff over the heart of your friend and waved it over them, as you could see their breath starting to lessen. Then you remember it all, the lady from the stories, she is the one. The one who gives the last dream of peace to all, when a cookie is dying. To end their life in the must painless way that was possible, she simply took the life out of them and into her staff, to bless new life.

Terrified for your friends life, you run over and push the grim reaper out the way. She stumbles a bit before regaining her composure, and staring right at you, her eyes fully opened. Her eyes pitch black as a void, harsh white stars in the middle. She grips her staff tighter, and eventually does point it right at your heart, too.

"I demand you stand back. HOW DARE THOU OPEN THEIR EYES BEFORE ME!"

She angrily yells, a such of pain in her voice.