I looked straight forward, there was no fear in my cold heart, nor tears on my young face.
I faced Death.
And I lived.
I spoke words not mine, "tHe TaSk Is CoMpLeTe DeAtH."
The slender, tall skeletal pony whom was Death spoke in a voice of a thousand souls, replying to the intrusive voice.
"Good, your services are not needed any longer."
I felt a presence leave my body, emotion flooding me. I was confused and scared. Yet not of Death or my fate, but rather the emotions flooding me. I felt cold still, yet a sense of justice and purpose filled me. Adrenaline rushed around in my body, the metaphorical 'liquid' raised my heart's speed by hundreds of beats per second.
"wElCoMe DeAtH tO yOuR fAlL."
