A Chat With Death

Bleary-eyed blinking. Tossing and turning. Inhale and exhale. The young woman's eyes slowly open, momentarily blinded, dazzled by the brilliantly beaming sun in the azure sky above. Disoriented, and confused, she slowly brings herself upright to a sitting position. This lone figure, dressed in simple attire, all black, is sitting in the grass, in the shade of a tree. Ahead of her is open land and open sky, the sound of nature's breath and the view of life's simplicity eliciting in the core of her feeling a deep sense of serenity. Peaceful, calm, tranquil, the brunette watches the sun as it slowly sinks in the sky. Everything is just lightly blurry, the view bringing thoughts Van Gogh-esque pastel artwork to mind, that clearness but with an artistic shroud, so to speak. She glances this way and that until she spots her glasses, pulling them on and pulling her cell out of a pocket to check the time before putting the tech away once more. It's not too far after noon, explaining the lovely view still able to be enjoyed by the girl after such a rejuvenating nap. She feels freer, like the world's grip on her is less, like she could fly away if she so wished. The lass stands, looking around. In the distance, there is a single dark cloud, and beneath it, a pale, well-dressed figure, somewhat androgynous but leaning towards masculine. Her breath catches, but the girl still makes her way out to the figure. "Death, I presume? The pleasure is mine, this day, on what must be the fields of Elysium or Paradise to my eyes." She curtsies, a soft breeze blowing her long auburn locks around her own pale face as she pulls herself up, smiling warmly to the stranger in the suit. "You knew me, even as yet a stranger. Tell me, do you know how you arrived here, miss?" The figure asks, expression curious. After a moment of thought, the girl shakes her head, frowning slightly. "It feels as if it was... by a dream? I remember what must have been my last night alive... The fine silver blade I stained with blood. My blood. The shock, but sweetness of the pain, of that crimson vigor leaving me. I remember passing out from the bloodloss, then... death, I suppose?" "Not quite yet, child. It is not yet supposed to be your time." He gestures to the side, the cloud broadening, spreading darkness, a doorway forming from shadows. "Your destiny does not necessarily end here. You have a calling, of which not even I know, but the threads of fate call to you, and I will do as I feel urged. Take the path, but never fear the dark. You never have. It's brought this old soul some comfort, knowing someone cares enough to stop and think of Death, in a way not completely miserable to my honor. It was a pleasure to meet you, miss. If we ever meet again, I would love to take you for a walk sometime, when my work is less busy. Now go, and don't let yourself succumb so easily next time, yes? You'll make it." This being, feared and vilified by so many but not by this girl ever, even when they've almost met, through others and themselves, gives a warm, hopeful smile like it has shown few in all its days. The girl breathes deeply, and accepts the call, stepping into the unknown. Emptiness, darkness, nothingness, then... Those eyes open once more, to familiar faces, but to those faces, those eyes will never be the same, those once chocolate eyes now vividly crimson and jet, showing the touch of Death, though for once, even unknown as it will be, it is a blessing, a hope, rather than a mark of suffering.