Death's Time Keeper

Death has it’s time keepers spread across the four directions in the world. They remind Death to visit people when their time in this world is over. As legend has it such people are called Death’s Time Keepers. This story’s about one such timekeeper who falls in love with a girl. At the end however he knows it’s her time to die. Will he be able to sacrifice his immortality for her? Let’s find out!The author will also be the narrator and would be accompanied by Mark the hero of our story in taking you through various thrilling and fascinating moments between him and death. At the beginning of this story the author is sitting at his desk in a lonely house midst a thick forest and is about to begin a book named, “Death’s Time keeper”Death has it’s time keepers spread across the four directions in the world. These are four sons of the knight who were tricked by Death; they are referred as Death lords of the four directions. They remind Death to visit people when their time in this world is over. As legend has it such people are called Death’s Time Keepers. This story’s about one such timekeeper who falls in love with a girl who is no less than an angel for him. At the end of it however he knows it’s time for her to die. Will he be able to sacrifice his immortality for her? Let’s find out.I had promised myself that I would not let Death take her away from me but even with all this power I couldn’t stop the inevitable. She said, “Oh Mark, tell me my favorite story just one last time.”I looked into her eyes with my heart filled with pain and my eyes with helplessness. I decided to fulfill her last request; I held her hands and said. “So this is how it began, All through my childhood I was seen as a bad omen. While life kept on surprising me with a new misery every day, the worst was yet to come. One afternoon at my grandparent’s house I found myself all alone in the cellar, exploring junk and found an old chest. Anxious as to what lied in it; I forced to break it open with no real luck. Then I remembered about the unusual gift that I got from my step grand dad on my tenth Birthday. I searched for the key tied around my neck which I had carried ever since. I tried my luck with the key to open the chest and it easily opened up. Inside was an ancient sand watch which read, ‘The Death Clock’ My heart sank as I felt an unusual rush of blood through my veins; the basement quickly was turning into a dark hole from which I would never get out of and to add to my misery, Death’s own clock in my hand. It was then I became the Death’s Time keeper.”