Prompt: “I would have believed.”


It takes us longer than I thought it would to reach the pier. The climb down seems simple enough, but the hill is steep and I slip more than once. When we finally reach it, it’s Arius that takes a pause, his hand tightening on mine.

A few heartbeats pass and he doesn’t say anything, so I venture a question.

“You’re worried?” At this point I would have believed anything, except maybe that. Death had shown me how cold he was, how unflinching. But then again the mention of his sister, the recollection of her imprisonment, did something to him. The commanding presence, the urge to move forward that had dragged me across realms was suddenly swept away.

“Yes.” His voice, softer than I’ve ever heard it, startles me.

“You’re Death incarnate – what do you have to fear? What could hurt you?”

“That’s not what worries me.” He looks at me, something in his eyes I’ve never seen before.

“You’re worried about me?” I can’t help my nervous, humorless laughter. “A shame that worry didn’t stop you from dragging me all this way.”

“This isn’t a joke.”

“I know.” I look down at my hands, wondering at the markings. “It’s not like we can turn back, though. And besides, you said that some of your sister’s power is inside me now, right? That has to count for something.”

He examines my hand, his thumb absently brushing over my knuckles. “Perhaps.”

“Then enough stalling. Let’s get that damn book and go.”


And so the saga continues. Still don’t have a name for this character, so I might reach out to the internet for suggestions.

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As always, think happy thoughts!