Liora
Death was everyone's final destination.
No matter how strong one is, the outcome is the same. That was an immutable truth.
Someone very wise once told me that death—the afterlife itself—was peaceful. At least once the crossing to the Afterworld happened. It was a parallel existence of serenity and eternal bliss.
Once a soul crossed over, there would be no earthly pain or sorrow, no worries or hopelessness. Only an eternity of restful existence.
But I didn’t think I was dead. At least I shouldn’t be, it made no sense for me to have encountered my demise so easily. There was a better explanation for my current state.
I knew I did not drown. Or drained of my power. And I had saved them. Us.
Moreover, it was not my time. At least not yet. My end would come sooner than I particular
