He was here.
The dark, sorrowful soul. He was hiding in the shadows. Why hadn't he left yet. I ignored it and fell asleep. Letting the warmth of the heather envelop my body.
When I woke, I sensed I was alone. There was a piece of parchment left near my fire. He must have left it. As I drew closer to it I realised it was completely black save for one line. I shall return my love.
I made sure my hut door was closed and put more peat on the fire. I quickly built a small wooden box and placed the parchment inside.
I felt the usual twinge of my job, so I went over to my loom and added a new thread.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Tale of Birth and Death
Fiksi SejarahBirth has always lived alone, living off the first laughs of babies. As a God he never needed company. Birth is in love with The Dark soul who is yet to revel his name to Birth. Birth is also mad at Death, who lets babies die.
