Story Of Death

'Tick tock. The clock’s sound rippled across the watery halls of the building. Elion was motionless looking at a sight beyond his comprehension. He was feeling a rush throughout his body and his hands were slightly trembling. The man who was standing above his little girl was looking Elion in the eyes. Only he was unlike any man he ever came across. The man’s eyes reflected the moonlight upon them and shone brightly gold. An endless loop of his iris made him look more like a beast searching for his pray rather than a humane existence. Tick tock the clock again, cut the tension in the room. Even time was trying to be playful. ' DEATH; we all know what awaits at the end. But that is not the case for the society of the High valley. The reason; they are immortals. They never knew Death. But while the society is struggling to understand its purpose a string of disappearances forces Elion to research their origin, he is led into a bigger mystery. What kind of terrible secrets did his homeland hid throughout the centuries? And has Death really forgotten about them?