Through the dark and eerie woods and past the moist fog sits a young girl all by herself. She has silver hair that flows effortlessly to her narrow shoulders with wide matching colored eyes. Her light brown body looked fragile and thin and every movement she makes is filled with unmatched grace. On her body a white robe clings to her skin equipped with gloves and boots.
She is seated on the edge of a steep cliff every night, watching the moon glow its brilliant light down towards the cliffs drop. Through the eyes of this mysterious girl it is more than just a beam of brilliant light, but a way to watch over the dead. Happy souls who have accomplished the life goals played in the light, smiling and chatting to one another.
"Angel..." they whispered to her every night and Angel would nod in return with a smile on her face.
Every night she watches them, and during the day she was forced to retrieve new ones. Angel was not really an average fourteen year old girl but actually a two thousand year old white death. Her job as White Death was to free the souls of those who are righteous when they die, or those whose destinies have been accomplished.
Angel's job was harsh and cruel to all. After every reaping tears will fear here soft eyes as she cried for the one whose life has been lost.
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