Black StoneIn all the years that I've been alive, I've never dared to even think about the possibility of death too much. Sometimes a small thought about it would brush my mind, but that was it. Just for a second was the thought there and then it was gone. Death was present in my life. I had seen people get slaughtered before my eyes many times, I've seen people fall form illness, but there had always been a barrier set around my heart and mind. I mourned those who I didn't know that died, but never did I mourn for too horribly long. When the time came for the cruel actions of life to seriously show me that they were dominant, that life was dominant over anything else, and death being a part of it, that's when the world around me just shattered that much more.
I stood at the front of a decent sized crowd, the air around me suffocating with sorrow. Taking in a shaky breath I confidently walked forward to the coffin crafted of black stone. Any soft chatter among the crowd ceased. The world