A 65-years old cancer patient has seven more days to live. The only regret in her life is that she never really lived one for herself. Eventually, she dies, only having a journal with her. To her surprise, her soul is not the only thing finding its way. The afterlife has more in it than she could imagine. Her search for a new life not only brings a new friend but Death itself.
The moment I relaxed my arms, I felt this bitterness inside me. I felt as if I had been drained out of all my energy and power. I felt this major weakness and dizziness too. It was as if I was almost going to fall down, but then Death took hold of me at the right time. He knew I had gotten weak now and so he slowly flew down with me while holding me by my arm tightly, so I wouldn't stumble.
Valek was still unconscious when I reached the ground. All the others were sitting around him. The book-keeper sort of vanished from there, though I don't know when he helped us anyway.
"So the prophecy was indeed true?" Fred asked Death.
All of them; aunt, Uncle Bael and Fred were staring at me with such unbelievable looks in their eyes.
"Yes, I guess a water elemental was required in the war after all," I gave off a little victorious laugh.
"No, that's not the thing…" Fred said.
I had landed safely on the ground by then, with Death by my side.