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The smoke came swirling at my face. I coughed and squinted, the tobacco haze made it difficult to see her face. She inhaled the cigar again and let out another puff of dense smoke.

"You're here to make a request."

It was no question. Her bottle green eyes looked at me.

The cigar was pressed against a golden plate set on the table between us, the smoke extinguished, but the heavily perfumed haze remained. Only her gaze stood out, unblinking.

"They say.." Another cough. "They say you can see which that is yet to happen".

Frowning, she let out a sigh, not of irritation, but rather of tiredness. "'Yet to happen'...there's no 'yet' or 'were' for me..." She waved a hand around the oddly draped room, which shimmered with dim golden light, but no source to be seen. "The passage of Time is inexistent in here. At least, for me. "

Silence fell. Her gaze was lost, and it was until I moved to take my leave that she came back to the room. "Don't leave" An order, not a request. "What do you wish to know?".

I cleared my throat, my hands twisting and sweating. "Am I...g-going to-".

"Your demise is near, indeed."

There was no pity in her voice. She handed me that fact as indiferently as if I had asked her about the weather. I felt my heart contract in fear and began to beat faster. I stood up, pacing around her.

"How?! How can I avoid it?"

"One cannot avoid it, nor stop it. No one is exempt of mortality."

"B-but you can extend it! My life! They say if one favors you, you can grant them their dearest wish! Please, I'll do anything!" I knelt before her, taking one of her hands into mine. "Anything!".

Her eyes lingered on my face, assesing whether I was worthy or not. She withdrew her hand from mine and left her seat. I remained on the floor, fretting like a small child, waiting to be consoled. I could hear her rumagging in the contents of a small chest that was placed on a table at the end of the room. She returned to me, holding a silver cup in one of her hands.

"Drink it. It will cast your fears away."

I grabbed the cup and drained it, eager to dispel the shadow of fear and death that had been haunting me for months. As the last drop passed my throat, my muscles seized and my body was paralyzed. Only my eyes were able to move, and I searched for her. She stood over me, holding a dagger. My heart was about to burst.

"Time doesn't affect me...because I have been forgotten. Left to rot in the moth-eaten pages of mankind's memory." Her beautiful face was marred by the smile of cruel satisfaction. "Time may not change me, but that doesn't make me inmortal. And now I shall collect my tribute."

The dagger was swung high into the air.

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The smoke came swirling at my face. I coughed and squinted, the tobacco haze made it difficult to see her face. She inhaled the cigar again and let out another puff of dense smoke.

"You're here to make a request."

It was no question. Her bottle green eyes looked at me.

The cigar was pressed against a golden plate set on the table between us, the smoke extinguished, but the heavily perfumed haze remained. Only her gaze stood out, unblinking.

"They say.." Another cough. "They say you can see which that is yet to happen".

Frowning, she let out a sigh, not of irritation, but rather of tiredness. "'Yet to happen'...there's no 'yet' or 'were' for me..." She waved a hand around the oddly draped room, which shimmered with dim golden light, but no source to be seen. "The passage of Time is inexistent in here. At least, for me. "

Silence fell. Her gaze was lost, and it was until I moved to take my leave that she came back to the room. "Don't leave" An order, not a request. "What do you wish to know?".

I cleared my throat, my hands twisting and sweating. "Am I...g-going to-".

"Your demise is near, indeed."

There was no pity in her voice. She handed me that fact as indiferently as if I had asked her about the weather. I felt my heart contract in fear and began to beat faster. I stood up, pacing around her.

"How?! How can I avoid it?"

"One cannot avoid it, nor stop it. No one is exempt of mortality."

"B-but you can extend it! My life! They say if one favors you, you can grant them their dearest wish! Please, I'll do anything!" I knelt before her, taking one of her hands into mine. "Anything!".

Her eyes lingered on my face, assesing whether I was worthy or not. She withdrew her hand from mine and left her seat. I remained on the floor, fretting like a small child, waiting to be consoled. I could hear her rumagging in the contents of a small chest that was placed on a table at the end of the room. She returned to me, holding a silver cup in one of her hands.

"Drink it. It will cast your fears away."

I grabbed the cup and drained it, eager to dispel the shadow of fear and death that had been haunting me for months. As the last drop passed my throat, my muscles seized and my body was paralyzed. Only my eyes were able to move, and I searched for her. She stood over me, holding a dagger. My heart was about to burst.

"Time doesn't affect me...because I have been forgotten. Left to rot in the moth-eaten pages of mankind's memory." Her beautiful face was marred by the smile of cruel satisfaction. "Time may not change me, but that doesn't make me inmortal. And now I shall collect my tribute."

The dagger was swung high into the air.