"I'm not afraid."
"Well child, you should be. You know well the price of our bargain."
"I know well. My life in exchange for another."
"It is not as bad as you think. You will find me to be quite generous."
"Generous? Death I did not believe would be so."
"We can be. You will find that with the day you will be as you never were."
"And come the Night?"
"You will be as you were before the Bargain. Treasure it Chela. Treasure it Always."
Always
The day crept upon her, filtering through the windows and peeking through the curtains as she rose from her bed and stumbled to the mirror. As awkward as a colt learning its newborn legs she always was in the hours when the night turned to day once more.
A sigh exhaled as she frowned at her reflection.
"Nothing has changed."
Still the same ivory skin, black eyes, and unnaturally blue hair that she was becoming used to seeing herself as in the hours of the Sun. All the same she kept on hoping that it would be different. That she would see that reflection as she saw it in by the hours of the Moon. Normal. Human.
Not this.
It was a childish impulse but she stuck her tongue out at her reflection before cleaning up. These days it never took her quite so long to prepare, she was getting used to being on a tight schedule.
The sketch pad and pencils were shoved in her pack as it was eased over her shoulder.
It seemed so unnatural to take such human actions yet old habits were hard to break.
So many of them were hard to break but already she could feel his mark itching and tainting at her flesh. His orders scrawling out across her arms as she glanced down at her skin.
Just another Day and another life to paint.
"Well child, you should be. You know well the price of our bargain."
"I know well. My life in exchange for another."
"It is not as bad as you think. You will find me to be quite generous."
"Generous? Death I did not believe would be so."
"We can be. You will find that with the day you will be as you never were."
"And come the Night?"
"You will be as you were before the Bargain. Treasure it Chela. Treasure it Always."
Always
The day crept upon her, filtering through the windows and peeking through the curtains as she rose from her bed and stumbled to the mirror. As awkward as a colt learning its newborn legs she always was in the hours when the night turned to day once more.
A sigh exhaled as she frowned at her reflection.
"Nothing has changed."
Still the same ivory skin, black eyes, and unnaturally blue hair that she was becoming used to seeing herself as in the hours of the Sun. All the same she kept on hoping that it would be different. That she would see that reflection as she saw it in by the hours of the Moon. Normal. Human.
Not this.
It was a childish impulse but she stuck her tongue out at her reflection before cleaning up. These days it never took her quite so long to prepare, she was getting used to being on a tight schedule.
The sketch pad and pencils were shoved in her pack as it was eased over her shoulder.
It seemed so unnatural to take such human actions yet old habits were hard to break.
So many of them were hard to break but already she could feel his mark itching and tainting at her flesh. His orders scrawling out across her arms as she glanced down at her skin.
Just another Day and another life to paint.