Shadow eyes
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Its amazing. One drop of blood ruined my whole life. I stared death in the face, the one drop of blood running down from my eye. Death looked at me, with his yellow skull tilted to the side, the hood covering his hideous face, and his sickle in hand. He was just like everyone said he looked: Dark. His black robes flowed to the grassy earth, and as he flowed toward me, he spoke
"You have the gift child." I looked at him, terrified, and curious. What did he mean? He leaned toward me and said "Your eyes, the blood that runs from them, I belive you have noticed it happens often?"
He cackled to himself, while I wiped the blood away, its cold tearing at my skin. Id never been so cold before. Was it part of my gift? Death looked at me and said "You have no ordinary eyes child. Why do you think you can see me right now? The eyes are your gift. Your gift to see... the dead!" He threw up his skull and laughed his unearthly laugh, shaking the air around me. "Congratulations child." Death turned his back to me. "You have... Shadow eyes."
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