A heavy rumble shakes me awake.... Slowly I open my eyes. The surrounding area is dark and empty. I hate the dark. It is a spacious area, my hands and feet are shackled to a large ring in the ground. I strain myself to remember... my head throbs.
Death is gentle, life is cruel. They both love her, the mortal girl: If life is to have her-- she will never die... If death takes her hand, she will never live. But life is cruel.. and death is kind... She can choose... Or run.