Death and life

"There is always a fine line separating life and death."

In a race against time, speeding fingertips made their way through the trees of the jungle, as if someone was chasing her, she did not have enough time to catch her breath, she wanted to hide to do what she intended, but the opportunity did not come yet and many behind her are racing over who will kill her.

And in a hut on which her eyes fell, she hid from them, and quickly and without any preludes she took out a knife from the sleeves of her dress and Wound her hand.

With drops of her blood, she drew on the wooden floor a large circle in the middle of which are two six-pointed stars intersecting each other, and she quickly clenched her hand and began to mutter unintelligible Chant.

But in an unexpected moment, she was shot by an arrow that pierced her heart, and despite her pain, she continued to sing her spell, and before she shed her last breath, she shed her last words, completing what she intended.

"I hope this works, you are our last hope".

The drawing was burning, to emanate from its place a bright light colored in the colors of the spectrum that began to increase until it swallowed the body of the injured girl without any trace.

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Elsewhere, among the crowded crowds in a subway a blonde made her way to the roof, breathing a sigh of relief after being buried among the sweaty crowds and tight-knit breaths, exhausted by that song coming from the speakers that made things worse.

As she tried to suppress her growing anger, she felt rough fingertips caress her back all the way to her thigh enjoying what she was touching.

That pervert did not know that he was tampering with his life scale,He burned her last patience leaf.

The events of that day since its inception were so hectic that she didn't taste the relief, let alone that damned song, and now that pervert has come to play the last card of patience.

"Oh, dammit. How can you do that in broad daylight and in front of everyone like that without modesty? Are you sick or are you sick?".

She whispered with fury, grabbing his hand or rather crushing it between her fingers, and turned her face towards him with a sophisticated smile that returned the question to his :

"I asked you if you to crazy".

"Watch your mouth, miss - I'm a man of good manners" .

"What kind of morals you talk about you is hold on a woman's ass you don't know. But you know today's your lucky day, I'm a different woman, and I won't cry like everyone else".

" So we don't have to pick a petty fight over this, or you want the money. Who are you anyway!"

The man shouted sarcastic sounds and took his eyes away, feigning indifference.

"Me.I'm a crazy person, man. Watch what I do."

-Take this card with all my contact numbers and send the hospital bill to me.

The man leaned his head a little, smiled sarcastically, staring at the card; he thought it was seducing him, before uttering a letter, frightened by her scream that had punctured his eardrum.

A pervert's. That man tried to molest me. Help me out.

She spilled her last sentence, and the man was bombarded with punches here and there all over his body as he tried to crawl and escape, he was dragged in to continue grinding and kneading.

Haya stood outside the train, waving her hand to him until the door closed, sighing deeply, and she murmured herself.

Come on, Emma, what did you do in your life to deserve that suffering? First your aunt, now that pervert, what happens next? Why is your life so full of drama?

She sigh and turned to leave, but unfortunately the only way she knew was a curse; from the pavement she was pushed by a speeding man who found herself lying on the tracks and a speeding train came to be her last stop.

The screams rose here and there, the horn of the train sounds warning, but no response to it; it completely immobilized her, close her eyes and accepted her fate.

In less than a second, everything was over, the voices around her ceased, her breath became heavy, her body became light and her sense of the world and around her died out.

The tape of memories begin to pass , showing every big and small thing she passed through. She held her feet to her chest in horror, waiting for someone to retrieve her from this darkness.

Suddenly, an unknown voice rang out from the void mentioning her name, and he did not care about him the first time until he called her again:

-Emma! Wake up , the sun is setting while you are still sleeping, you have a long way to go

Emma woke up, frightened after she felt a jolt that cast her into a light that appeared out of nowhere, it seemed that the owner of the voice wanted to wake her up quickly.

What?.. What happened to me? Did you die?

She touched her body as she looked around her in amazement and calmed down after she remembered what had happened And she thought she had died and She murmured and turned her head back toward the tree behind her.

So! I died and this is the next life. It is warm, sunshine, and a gentle breeze, but why does my body hurt?

Her immersion in the reality of her death was interrupted cause the sound of laughter echoing in her ear in a whisper:

You look like a fun person, I was thought you a mood and behaved badly, it seems that I mistook you.

- What! Who are you ? show yourself, for I am not afraid of anything.

As she stood, she asked Emma, looking around the trees, here and there, without stopping until she got tired and sat on the ground, catching her breath.

-You gave up too quickly. I thought it would take longer.

-Are you making fun of me? Show yourself and face me man to man.

Emma was furious at the ridicule of her voice, and kicked the tree in fury, and a flock of leaves fell on it.

-You seem to be turning into a stranger when you're angry. Stop now and listen carefully what I have to say is very important, you may not believe me but I have proof

You are now in the body of a dead person. Your body is also dead, and to make you both live, your souls were exchanged. You inhabited her body, but she couldn't inhabit yours because she drained her last energy to summon you and became a disembodied soul.

wait wait, you know what you're saying is preposterous how you think I believe that nonsense.

Emma's mind was confused for a moment, and the sound was heavy on her ears; what the voice said was only in fiction, but her speech was contrary to the laws of nature and physics.

-I know it's hard to accept, but I told you I have my proof.

A little silence and then continue:

-Here's To your left is a stream of water on your to look at your reflection and tell me what you'll see.

Stepping slowly toward the stream, Emma leaned her back, repeatedly toward the stream, and found her image in various details.

She began to feel her hair, which had grown longer, touching her face all the way to her eye, and she opened them forcefully with her fingertips, and was astonished by what she only saw their color change from blue to crimson crystal, and she began to babble unintelligible words.

-It is me but not me at the same time. This face looks like me but not my face Everything is different despite the great similarities.

-Are you convinced now? You and this body owner are twins, but you were both born in a different world.

Emma learns her head in dazed and looks like a Stupid

-Now that you've confirmed my claim, I have to explain why you're here. This world is about to be wiped out, and we need your power to prevent that catastrophe from happening.

-you mean the strength of this body .. It is not me .. I am just a spirit that moves it.

You have the same power as your twin, and if she didn't summon you, the evil agents would have done this to kill you as they did to her, you are the last bearers of light.

The voice said his last word, interrupting Emma's attempt to inquire and tie the pieces together.

- wait a moment, let me ask you about a book called "The Cemetery of Light." That book, I remember its content well, what you say is similar it.

-This book... You may not know, but there is a time gap between our two worlds, and that book was dropped for you to learn about the history of this world, to have a background on it.

-So if you're right, the prophecy in that book is for me and that girl. But she's dead and it's just me that's against the prophecy.

-Don't worry, her power will appear to help you in time, and according to prophecy, the lions are almost there, too.

Emma sighed, exhausted, and lost her mind for a moment, trying to understand the harsh reality in which she was living what she thought was true. And what she thought was preposterous was true, so what was the definition of fantasy after what she saw?

-You have to get out of here fast the forest is not safe at night because the lions follow monsters and demons roaming around here and there. You have to hurry. I can sense them. Follow the little spectra floating around that will show you the way out.

Monsters, demons, "Those words interrupted her distraction and caused terror .. What made shudders run throughout her body the most of those specters that had noticed her presence while dancing around her.

She released a deep sigh and tightened on her long dress, and she resolved her command, following the traces of those specters that were dancing left and right glowing indigo blue like a torch floating in space extending out of sight in a long flock disappearing among the trees, illuminating its darkness.

The spectra disappeared, finding themselves standing on a road that ran the length of the forest without even a ghost passing by.

-Now that you've reached your destination, you have to wait for someone to pick you up, and I have to tell you something important.

Henceforth you must bury your name inside you, because the body you inhabit has a name, Athanasia, and do not even consider rejection. This face is known in aristocratic society.

-I hope not to spoil it, for my slow response to life events is mt disappointment.

silent for a second and continued: If you need anything, what should I call you?

-"Analestanalia" signed the name as a song, wouldn't you agree?

"anal". "What? Come on. Are you serious about that name? I couldn't even remember what it was.

-Well, you can call me Leah, even though the shortcut makes me sad.

As they talked, a giant spider swinging from the top of the tree swinging in front of Emma, who jumped in the middle of the road, and freaked .

I was surprised by a horse in front of her that felt the same way, and he stood on his hind legs, Shouting in terror, and the man on top almost fell, but he quickly brought the situation under control.

Emma fell to the ground, frozen in place, fearing she would be killed, mashed under the horse's raging legs.