Undefined.

Chapter 2

Private School – Classroom – Night

~Consuela 'Seraphina' Evan's P.O.V.

"They say a man who lives fully is not afraid of death, Mr.Williams," I say out to him. When he turned away from the board he looks over at me intently

"Oh? Is that so ms.evans?" he says in a dumbfounded manner 

"Yet, I have not lived fully, but I am not afraid of death. In fact, I find death intriguing. Where will I go exactly?"

"Either heaven or hell, depending on whether You've been a good girl or a naughty girl" he smirks at his last comment

"Will I?....So you know what I will face when I meet death? That's what you're telling me? That there is in fact heaven or hell." he looks at me surprised

"Well, no I just...."

"So you don't know. I could either be a ghost or just sleep forever? I could go to Valhalla. Reincarnate. Or I might become one with the stars" he waits, as I continue speaking

"and people say this should scare me? It doesn't because it's a mystery. Many would ask if I suffer from depression if I said this out loud, which I guess I am now, but I'm actually quite happy. But it's hard to find people who get what I mean." His expression, shocked and yet dumbfounded. His eyes and mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise as he was staring straight at me.

"Death is a painful truth, is what some say. I think Death is a foggy road, and we must get through that fog called life to finally see the clearing. It's yet another path to walk, and who is to say it will be our last?" his words lost. he stared into those cold bright blue eyes of mine, and his heart fell silent as my words seeped into his mind.

"Life may be the beginning, but who is to say Death is our last path? What if Death is the middle of the story, and you have to read through that to get to a place beyond death? Is there a place beyond death?" 

A man then walked in like someone who'd been in some armed service or other, there was a marching quality to it. he appeared time-worn and war-torn at the same time. He was cleanly shaven and seemed pretty clean. A scar crossed his left eye, to where his right ear used to be. His dark brown eyes glared at class trying to pick out a liable ally and who was a traitor and his skin was weathered and dark, like leather left out in the sun too long. I decide to ignore his very presence and continue speaking. 

"But if we go onto the next path after death, will it be our last path, or are we fated to keep walking Mr.Williams?" 

mr.williams now at loss for words says nothing. And just stares at me in astonishment

"We are to never know the answer young one," the military man says. All attention now on him.

The whole class stares at him in curiosity.

"Only until we are dead we are to finally know," he says as he looks at me with interest.
A few seconds pass, then he finally speaks again breaking the suspense "Mr.Williams, I'm here to collect one of your students" The students around me begin to whisper to one another, guessing, wondering about what he might want, or do.

"I see, may I ask whom?"

"Ms.Seraphina Evans."

The whole class turns their head over to my direction, I could already hear the ridiculous rumors begin to come to fruition 

"What for?" I ask I have no interest in leaving this class just yet, and I especially have no interest in going anywhere with him

"That is what I'm here to discuss with you. In private" he adds more emphasis in the word private. I raise an eyebrow, holding disbelief