I call Heads as the coin is falling slowly, it hits the ground for a second I thought it was all over Death looks up and says, "once again, when do you desire?" I answer 12, I choose that year every time and every time I end up dying, I continue to choose this age because that is the year my father forced me to start training to reach my goals. The first time I was presented with this choice I was dumb and I chose to be a knight, I thoughts this would bring me glory and honor but soon I learned their is no honor in war, only blood, steel, and death. All men die eventually, I remember thinking to myself the first time death held me in his grasp. Every time I die, Librarian book shelves. Farmer starvation. This time I am ready.

"Son." "Yes, Father." "What do you want to be?" "Father, could I be a scholar." "Yes my son." For the next three years I dedicated myself to my studies. When the time came I made my way to the capital on my way there a pair thieves stopped me and started to rob me when they were done they slit my throat.

"You, again. How can one human be so lucky and unlucky at the same time." I begin flipping the coin and call heads and I'm just hoping this misery can end."

"Finally, you're journey has come to this."

"Finally."