Moscow, Russia. Year 7,942 BC

'Snow is falling in the village but I'm not able to go outside and play. My lungs can't handle the cold plus I can bearly breath as it is.' I stop writing to cough in a cloth that's in my hand.

Blood speckles the cloth, I sigh. My time is near and I know it. Picking up the stick of charcoal, I write. 'Confined to bed for all my life, I can only wonder what the world outside is like. Looking outside the window can only do but so much.......' I drop the charcoal, coughing hard and uncontrollably.

A hand rubs my back but it only gets worse. Tears fall down my cheek as I'm pulled into a warm embrace. Head in Papi's neck, my body is racked by painful spasming coughs. Papi holds me, rubbing my back and softly bunching me as the coughs continue.

After ten minutes of coughing, they stop. Weak and bearly able to lift my head, Papi lays me down and tucks me in. Curling up and falling to sleep.

In the week that follows, I become weaker and weaker, bearly able to eat or drink. The snow has fell, I'm freezing even with the fire going.  I know death is waiting for me, Papi comes in.

"Pa.....pi" I rasp. Papi kneels beside me, placing a hand on my back. "Out.....si...de. Go." I say. "Sweety no. You'll die." "I....dying...now..please.....Papi." I beg.

Papi nods, grabbing me blanket and all. He carries me out, I look around and see snow for the first time. Reaching out, Papi sets me on the snow and I crouch there, the cold not effecting me.

Listing my hand, snow is pooled in my palm. Papi lays a hand on my back as I lay in the snow bank. "Bye....Papi." I say. "See you soon, baby." "Promise....you'll never stop.....wondering." I ask, eyes closing.

"For you, baby, anything." I smile once more, my breathing stops as my heart beats once and forever goes silent.

(I cried doing this part, if none of you don't cry, your heartless.)

Opening my eyes once more, I see a man with silver hair, blue eyes and dressed in black with silver gems. "My name is Man in Moon. I'm here to offer you a second chance on life. But, not as a living being. But as a Guardian of life and death.

"You'll help save the ones that can be saved and help the ones that die cross over. You'll be the spirit known as Grim Reaper." Man in Moon says.

"I'll do it, but, can I make one change."  I ask. Ha nods "Can I call you Manny. Its better than Man in Moon." I ask.

Manny chuckles "Yes, you may." He says. Week later in my domain, I pull on the cloak I made, pick up the Scythe and head out.

Who am I, you ask.

I'm Serenity Johnson, the Grim Reaper, Guardian of life and death.

Death cloak

Life cloak

Scythe, can heal or bring someone's death (peacefully)