Death Defies Us - Sara Fischer (read out loud books .txt) 📗

There’s a time in everyone’s life when you think, “Do I deserve this, this life, this opportunity?” Of course then there’s people that wait there entire life to get what they deserve, whether it be good or bad. This is a thing many people refer to as karma. But, believe it or not it’s different when you’re me or anyone like me. It’s not just one thing that bites you in the ass, its life changing, life altering.
To you or someone like you, mortal and weak, it could be a college degree or a job interview with your dream company. For me, well let’s just say I was staring Death right in the face. All the while wondering, is this my fate? Or am I supposed to pick one of three, one of my choices and live on, regretting FOREVER or denying my destiny like I’d planned to.
Was this how it was supposed to end, no choice, no destiny, no nothing. Only one face, a gorgeous face staring back at me, so godly and uncaring with boredom. Was this to be my last image before it all came to an end? Before I came to an end?
Did it matter, I thought silently to myself but before I could decide, run, scream, or plead for forgiveness, before I could become overwhelmed in terror at this chance meeting, he crouched. I stood frozen in terror. This could not be happening to me. I had three choices, my father had guaranteed them. Unless… the choice had made itself. The thought smacked me in the face at the same time he whipped around. I dodged as quickly as possible, but I was new at this. I wasn’t used to fighting, what I was used to was sending heroes in to do my work for me.
I was used to sitting on my almighty throne, I pretended to care for human life, pretended to listen to the problems on earth. But really, really I was an almighty coward, a terminated, defenseless liar that pretended to be godly.
He struck me and I flew back, my head searing in pain. There was an incision across the back of my head, bleeding and tearing as I skidded from my point atop the wall in which I was thrown to the bottom. I was dead. He was going to kill me and where was Father now, when I needed him most? He always told me when I was in the direst of needs he would not be there to help. If he didn’t help I was dead, if he did save me from this treacherous fate something worse will come.
With that thought three things happened, one I knew that this would be my last memory, my last words spoken and the only thing in my mind, the only word I could utter was his name. Two, the dark lord stalked towards me like a lethal tiger ready for his precious dark meat, and three, thunder shook the ground, lightening flared in the skies. Red and white light poured into my vision. Worst was yet to come.

Publication Date: 07-12-2012

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