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The power that once burned within me, like a miniature sun, was now little more than a tiny flame that could flicker out of existence at any moment.
I missed my parents. I wished I had told them I loved them one last time. Would they get a call tomorrow saying that I had died? I thought about trying to get help, but my parents had already taken me to so many specialists, magical and non-magical, and none of them had a clue what to do. No one could help me now. My death would destroy my parents, but there was nothing I could do.
I called for the grim reaper. I realized I didn’t want to die alone, but the reaper did not appear. I was so scared and lonely. I guess in the end we all die alone. Death is a door only big enough for one. I continued to watch the power left inside me dwindle. It flickered like a candle that could go out at any moment. My power continued to grow smaller by the second.
Although I was being burned from the inside out, I felt cold. I felt it when my power was completely snuffed out. I accepted my death in that moment, but honestly I really didn’t have a choice either way. Everything went black as the last energy in my body disappeared. Just as I died I felt a little black scythe appear on top of my forehead.
Chapter 5
As the last energy was drained from my body, including my life force, I died. My body turned cold, but no one mourned my passing. Mainly because they never found out. The last remaining energy had been absorbed by the black scythe tattoo on my head. It needed all the energy it could get to remake my body.
New and strange energies flowed from the scythe on my forehead. Under my charred black skin new pink flesh grew. Skin, full of life, without scars or damage covered my body. The old burnt skin began to fall off. The blood in my veins that had been turned into powder turned back into a liquid and now gushed through my new veins. Blood was being pumped through my body by my new heart. New hair grew from my head and the cooked organs in my body began to turn pink and started working once again. It no longer hurt to breathe. The scythe on my forehead, bestowed by the grim reaper himself, reconstructed my body.
I felt like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
My body then began to create new energy. No longer did it create the fiery energy that had led to my destruction, but pure life energy now flooded through my body. Strengthening me, healing me, making me whole once again.
My body was filled with life energy. Then another energy was pulled from the air into my body. Death qi, even the death qi that was created when I died was pulled into my body. More and more death qi poured into my body until it was equal to the amount of life qi in my body. The scythe on my head became even clearer and the two energies began to swirl in perfect balance. The pure white energy of life and the pure black energy of death swirled faster and faster. More life and death qi was pulled from the air. The vortex grew stronger, but its growth showed no signs of stopping. It was like having a hurricane living within your body.
The grim reaper had truly changed me. Now the energy that flowed through my body was pure. Where once the energy in my body was a mismatch of life, death, fire, and ice energies, now the pure energies of life and death swirled in perfect balance. Life beget death which beget life once again.
Life and death qi swirled within me like an eternal yin yang. It was a cycle of rebirth. A wave of death energy traveled through my body and for a moment my entire body would die. It happened in an instance, faster than humans can perceive and just as fast it was followed by a wave of life qi that would breathe life back into my body. An eternal cycle of life and death. A cycle of reincarnation within the same body. My body now produced pure life energy instead of the mixture of fire and life energy from before. This alone showed the changes in my new body. As my body produced more life energy, death energy naturally rushed into me to maintain the balance.
I’m not sure what I was, but one thing was for sure, I was no longer human, nor a witch. The two powers continued to swirl through my body in an ever increasing symphony of power. Repeatedly destroying everything in my body down to the tiniest cell and then healing it back to perfect health. Each time this cycle of death and rebirth happened my body grew stronger. Nobody could handle such power, anyone else would have exploded from the power now swirling within me, but my body was no longer that of a human and every second it was growing stronger.
Whatever the grim reaper had done to me, it had changed me on a deep and fundamental level. I wasn’t even sure what I was. I knew one thing that I was, I was grateful. I was alive and healed and I was so very grateful. Tears flowed from my eyes, tears of joy to be alive.
Another wave of death washed through my body. If one could slow down time they