The moonlight shines over a small village that lies in a small valley, surrounded by mountains, trees and plains with only a few dirt trails and roads for wagons to get through...Vroncaster. The village is hidden in the valley that anyone not local, will say they've never heard of it. Travellers will say that it's a sort of, a paradise of some sort. Away from any major towns or kingdoms, and little to no fights or wars. The village is quite peaceful and seemingly nothing bad happens there...But that's all about to change when death meets fate and as we know, fate can't be changed.

A small boy stares out his window up at the stars and the moon. The stars shine and twinkle in his eyes reflection as a smile grows on his face. On his lap rests a leather-bound book with the name 'Tyran Hendrix' written on the front. The boy, seemingly called Tyran, begins writing in the book. This goes on for what seems like minutes until he's pulled from his writing by the sound of cats hissing and bins being knocked over. He peeks his head out, not seeing anything. However, from the corner of his eye, a figure pops out from around a corner and begins walking down the street. Tyran's gaze follows the stranger as they stop and sigh.

"Those damn cats." The figure sneers. They take off their hood, to reveal their long locks of brown hair. They turn their head slowly to face the boy, their cognac- seemingly glowing- eyes catching onto Tyran's cornflower blue (This is the actual name of his eye colour) eyes...It's a woman. He quickly ducks down in hopes of not being spotted- not knowing that the woman has seen him. She sighs and turns back around. "Meh he's a kid, he's not going to do anything." She begins walking away until she's out of sight. Tyran slowly straightens back up and sees the woman is no longer there. He looks up and down the streets, looking for any signs of the woman.

"I-I'm probably just tired. Granny always tells me that when people are tired they see strange things." H says, placing his book on the table beside his bed before blowing out the candle, his room getting encased in darkness with the only light being the moon shining in. "Tomorrow's gonna be a new day, meaning new me."

1 Month Later

Tyran is down at a lake that flows just outside his village, a bridge not far from him. He's sat on the side, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin and the calming sounds of the running water of the lake and the wildlife of the forest. During the calming sounds, he thinks back to that night...

"That woman... I wonder if she was real or not. I mean she can't be, who would be walking through the village that late! I mean I was still up, so maybe it was a traveller...But those eyes, her sharp movement to look at me, it didn't seem like she was normal..." Tyran thinks.

A splash brings him out of his thinking and he turns his head to see a frog jump out of the water and onto a rock. It croaks and ribbits. Tyran smiles and reaches out to touch the creature, only for a rock to hit his hand. The frog jumps away as Tyran pulls his hand back, hissing in pain and clutching it. Laughter fills the air as Tyran stands up and looks at the bridge to see three boys, laughing at him.

"Look at this, the freak was just about to touch that frog!" The tallest of the bunch and the leader, Jake, says. Jake throws up a rock and catches it, smirking at Tyran.

"Maybe it's his friend?!" The blond-haired boy, Kyle, teases, laughing.

"But look, even the frog didn't want to be his friend!" The smaller blond-haired boy, Sam, teases joining in on the laughter. The three boys walk down the bridge and walk over to Tyran, who's keeping his eyes down.

"What, got nothing to say, freak!" Jake says, throwing the rock at Tyran- hitting the young boy on the cheek. He stumbles back slightly, holding his cheek.

"N-No, I just want to go home," Tyran says, sniffling slightly in pain as he walks forwards- hoping to just be able to walk past them.

"Look at the baby crying!" Sam teases, laughing and pushing Tyran back. He stumbles back slightly, holding himself close.

"Hey, why don't you go and cry to your mommy!" Jake shouts, laughing before mockingly crying. "Oh that's right, you don't have one. You don't have a dad either!"

"I heard that he didn't even meet them. Guess they wanted to get away from you that bad huh?"

"They were probably embarrassed by him!" Kyle says, making Jake and Sam laugh.

"That's not true!" Tyran shouts, stepping forwards a bit. "They weren't embarrassed by me! Granny told me that they loved me very much! They just couldn't stay here because they were too good for this earth!"

"Well, your Granny is a lying hag!" Jake shouts "You know, she probably put a curse on your parents!"

"Don't talk about her like that!" Tyran shouts and having enough of their teasing and disrespectful words towards his grandmother he launches himself forwards to jump on Jake. Tyran begins hitting Jake in the chest, doing not so much damage. "You don't have the right to talk about my family!" He shouts. As the younger boy continues to hit the leader, who has his arms up to cover himself. Tyran fails to notice the other two boys behind him holding large rocks. They hold the rocks above their head, going to strike the young boy in the head with them.

"Well, you won't be here to stop us!" Jake says, smirking. Tyran stops hitting him and slowly turns his head to see the dark shadows over the other two faces with evil smirks, the rocks over their heads. His eyes widen. "See you, never" They bring the rocks down... Time seems to slow down for Tyran as the bricks come closer to him...Until loud barking and growling cut them off. The group turn their heads to see a wolf running full speed towards them, its jaws snarling and crazed eyes lusting for blood. Sam and Kyle quickly drop the bricks and run away, screaming. Jake quickly pushes Tyran off him and gets up, tripping over at first before quickly following running after his friends. "I hope that thing eats you!"

"I'm sorry Granny, I've left you alone...I broke our promise..." He thinks. Tyran sits back on his legs with his head hung low, excepting his fate. He feels the wolf stop in front of him and he squeezes his eyes, waiting for the claws to dig into him, or for the jaws to snap around him... Instead, a warm hand rests on his head, causing him to flinch.

"You okay kid?" A soft feminine voice asks. Tyran slowly looks up and locks eyes with cognac eyes. Their brown locks falling from their shoulders...It's the woman from that night. His eyes scan around quickly only to see no sign of the wolf that had been running towards him moments ago. Fingers click in his face, bringing him back to the attention of the woman -who's now crouched down in front of him. "Hey, those brats didn't hit you in the head right?" Tyran shakes his head. The woman grazes her fingers on his cheek, clicking her tongue in silenced anger before looking at the boy with a smile. "And you're okay?" Tyran slowly nods. "Good. Now let's get you up off the ground and get that cheek of yours sorted." She holds out her hand and Tyran slowly grabs it before she pulls him up. The woman notices a wooden carving on the ground and picks it up, holding it out to Tyran. "This yours?"

"It must have fallen out of my pocket when they pushed me. I'm glad I didn't lose it." Tyran stares from the wood carving to the woman. He nods and she smiles.

"I'm Y/N...What's your name?" She asks.

"T-Tyran..." He stutters, grabbing the wooden carving of the bear and putting it back in his pocket. Y/N walks over to a bag and brings it over to Tyran. She opens it and brings out a clean rag and holds it up to Tyran.

"This may sting a little." She says, sympathy covering her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I don't want the cut to get infected." Tyran hesitates before nodding and Y/N brings the rag to Tyran's cut cheek. He winces in pain as Y/N gently begins dabbing the cut, making sure to clean it. After a few more seconds of cleaning, she grabs a bandage from her bag. placing it on the cut. "There, all done."

"T-Thank you." Tyran forces out. Y/N nods with another gentle smile. "T-The wolf!" She nods again. "What happened to it?"

"I scared it off before it could come too close to you. Your lucky I was passing by kid, or I might not have been here to save you." Y/N says. The two begin hearing yelling from the village and they look over. "It seems the brats have caused quite the chaos." She grabs her bag and puts it over her shoulder. She looks down at Tyran, ruffling his head. "Now you try and stay out of trouble."

"But wait, why are you leaving?" Tyran asks. Sadness falls across Y/N's face but she keeps a strong smile.

"Because I don't want to hurt anyone." She says. Tyran turns to face the village from where the yells are getting louder.

"Hurt anyone? But why would you-" Tyran turns back around to see Y/N gone. He looks around for the woman only to see no sign of her, just like that night. It's like she just disappears.

"Over there! That's where we saw the wolf!" Jake shouts, pointing over to where Tyran is. And no wolf in sight.

"I don't see anything kid." One of the men asks.

"I'm telling you there was a wolf over there!" Jake shouts.

"I don't see any wolf, son. Now, I know how you are with your pranks, but this is a little far."  An elder man, Audric, says- seemingly the leader of the village.

"It's not a pra- AH!" Jake yells in pain as a woman grabs him by the ear.

"What have I told you about pulling pranks!" The woman, seemingly his mother, says- walking away from the small crowd.

"But I wasn't pulling a prank, mama! Ask Sam and Kyle! Even the freak saw the wolf!" The small crowd look to Tyran who shrugs, they sign and begin dispersing. The elder man walks over to Tyran.

"Did you see a wolf, son?" Audric asks. Tyran shakes his head. The elder man looks at the boy's cheek, frowning. "What happened to your cheek there?" Tyran remains quiet as Audric sighs. "Has Jake and his friends been picking on your again?"  Tyran shakes his head.

"No sir, I just fell over," Tyran says, looking up at the man with a smile. "I'm always a bit clumsy!" Audric, knowing he won't get the truth from the boy, simply shakes his head and smiles at the young boy.

"It seems like you picked that up from your grandmother," Audric says, chuckling lightly. "Speaking of, let's get you back home." Audric places his hand on the boy's shoulder and the two begin walking back to the village, not before Tyran takes one look back- in hopes of seeing the woman again- only to see nothing but the forest. He sighs and turns his head back around, walking back into the village.

Tyran lays in his bed, staring up at his ceiling. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky as he sits up to look out his window to look up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity.

"It's been nearly a week since Y/N saved me." Tyran thinks, looking down at the wooden carving of the bear that sits on the windowsill. "I told Granny about it but she just tells me that I have a wild imagination. But I know she's real...She has to be..." A shadow appears in the corner of his eye. He turns and sees a figure walking down the street, dragging what looks to be some kind of dead animal, a deer to be exact. "It's her! I know that hair anyway, and who else would be walking around the village at this time." Tyran doesn't waste time as he jumps out of his bed and begins getting his shoes on and a coat. He quietly makes his way down the stairs, as to not wake up his grandmother, before quickly grabbing a lantern and lighting it.

The front door creaks open as he peeks his head out, looking both ways before beginning his mission to follow Y/N. Tyran holds the lantern up high as he crosses the stone bridge to which he sees Y/N walking past the forest edge and instantly disappearing behind the leaves. Tyran is quick to follow in pursuit, careful of his step as to not make any noises that could alert the woman.

"For dragging a dead deer, she's walking pretty fast. Just how strong is she!" Tyran thinks as he spots her a bit away from him. He continues to follow her, hiding behind rocks and tree trunks to avoid being spotted. This goes on for what seems like hours until he spots her climbing up rocks and boulders, which are arranged in a dangerous yet do-able path, the dead deer now over one of her shoulders. She disappears over the edge and Tyran looks up, gulping deeply.  "T-This is dangerous. Maybe I should just head home"  He contemplates what he's going to do, looking up the mountain then to where he came from before shaking his head. "I've come too far to turn back."  He blows the lantern's flame and places it off to the side before beginning his climb up the rugged path. He huffs and puffs, his arms shaking with his weight as he pulls himself up but he continues.

He eventually reaches the top where a cave resides and he slowly makes his way to stand at the entrance. The glow of the moon is his only light as his eyes peer into the cave, however inside he hears shuffles and growling and not long after he hears squelching? He walks a bit into the cave until his eyes adjust to the darkness and his face drops of horror at the sight...Facing away from him stands a wolf with its jaws dug into something, blood covering its mouth as it eats whatever it is. Tyran slowly begins walking backwards and out of the cave, not wanting to alert the beast of his presence. However, the world had a change of plans for him as he steps on a twig. The wolf's head snaps up from its food, allowing the moonlight to shine past it and on the now visible dead deer.

"T-that was the deer Y/N was dragging, but where is she?!" Tyran thinks, his body frozen in fear. The wolf turns around fully and begins walking towards Tyran. He freaks out and is quick to turn around and make his way back to the dangerous path. He looks down, not knowing exactly how to get down. He hears the pads of paws and he turns around as the Wolf exits the cave, blood dripping from its muzzle, and walks towards him. Its vibrant familiar cognac eyes piercing into his blue eyes. Unknowing to him the rock beneath him begins cracking. The wolf barks and whimpers before quickly jumping towards Tyran who stumbles back as the rock beneath him crumbles. He holds his hands out in front of him as he falls back, his eyes closed as he awaits the impact...Only for a warm hand to grab him and pull him up onto the safe ground.

"I told you to not get yourself into any more trouble. It's not safe around here, every step could lead to your death." Y/N says, looking down at Tyran. "Why did you follow me?" Tyran takes heavy breaths as he kneels on the ground and looks up at Y/N. Her eyes were the same as that of the wolf not to mention specks of blood around her mouth just as the wolf.

"Y-Your the wolf, aren't you?" Tyran stutters. "Y-Your the one who saved me from those boys...W-What are you?"

"Something that you need to stay away from," Y/N says, using her sleeve to wipe the blood from her mouth. "Now I'll ask again, why did you follow me?"

"I wanted to see you again, your different from other travellers that I've seen come through the village and I was curious" Tyran stands up as Y/N chuckles.

"Don't you know curiosity killed the cat?" Y/N says.

"Yeah, but satisfaction brought it back." Tyran shoots back.

"Satisfaction of?"

"Proving that you are real." Y/N shakes her head and turns around.

"You're one odd kid." She says walking away from Tyran and over to the cliff, sitting on the edge with her feet dangling down with nothing but trees down below. Tyran slowly makes his way towards her and sits down beside her, looking up at the woman.

"Why do you live out here?" Tyran asks causing Y/N to sigh.

"Wherever I go, whatever I do. Someone always ends up getting hurt. That's why I'm way out here and away from your home. I want to keep people safe."

"That's not your fault that people get hurt. It's a shame that they do but that's life."

"You don't understand kid. I'm cursed." Y/N admits. "My name is Y/N, yes, but I am known by everyone by a different name. The name I've been cursed to carry and forever hold. The name strikes fear into those that know of the legend...Legend of the Reaper."

"The Reaper?" Tyran questions. "I thought the Reaper was an old woman or something." Y/N looks at him confused.

"Kid, I've just told you that I'm the Reaper. Someone who brings death to people in a blink of an eye, how are you so calm?" Tyran shrugs.

"Well because my Granny always loved poems and stories but there was one poem she read to me about how Death is Beautiful(The name of the Poem btw). And she told me...:

'Everything must have its end, or there is no Beginning. Death is not the opposite of Life, but the counterpart to Birth. Death is beautiful because it represents change.'

"So your not scared of me because you...?" Y/N questions.

"Because I respect death and only accept its calling when I know it's my time." Y/N looks back to the mountains.

"In all my years of living, never once have I heard someone tell me that death is beautiful. Even I don't think it's beautiful." She lightly smiles. "You know, when you've been living alone for as long as I have, you get used to things. Get used to having no one but yourself to talk to and used to the silence that follows."

"But no one should have to live alone. Especially not you." Tyran gives the woman a side hug. Y/N flinches from the sudden contact, not having experienced such a thing for many decades. Tyran begins lightly crying. "You've been so kind to me! You've saved me life more than once and you never look at me in disgust like the village does! I-I don't want you to be alone. You've been alone for far too long!" Y/N looks down at him and hugs him close, rubbing his head.

"You can't be crying over that." She says, lightly smiling at the boy. "There are many people who are alone but most thrive of being alone. I happen to be one of those people, well on the most side I am." Y/N pats his head. "How about this, I'll come down to the village a bit more often, even during daytime. How does that sound?

"R-Really?" He asks, wiping his teary blue eyes and looking up at her.

"Of course, would I ever lie to you?"

"Y-You mean it!" Tyran asks, eyes sparkling. Y/N chuckles and nods. He smiles widely before hugging Y/N tightly. She laughs and hugs the boy back. The two sit on the cliff for hours and Tyran has