Chapter one: First time
To Sorcerers death is nothing to fear, for we have conquered it through the initiation. But we've all had a first time where we faced death, faced the unknown our being filled with terror.
The first time it happened to me, I was seven years old. It was five o'clock, shortly before mum would have called me to dinner. I remember playing football outside with my friend Liam when he kicked it pass the terrain's limits.
Without thinking or looking I rushed in the street after it just in time to hear Liam shout a warning in my direction. But in the moment before hearing and comprehension it became too late and a guy in a sedan had hit me. It all happened in the span of a split second but for me, time stretched almost to the infinite, it didn't hurt at first as I got tossed in the hair spinning. Time was suspended and I felt like I was floating. But then it went back to normal and my head smashed up against the hard pavement.
Everything went black and when I opened my eyes, I was in the middle of a void, nothing in sight except a young lady sitting on a stone chair, a book in hand. She had long voluptuous raven hair that flowed down to her waist. Her crimson dress pooled all around her feet and she looked at my smiling.
I walked closer knowing I could trust her, that feeling emanating from deep within me. She looked up from her tome and she smiled at me. "Hello Tom." She greeted me by my name, her voice motherly but also commanding.
"Where am I?" I timidly asked.
"In between. You had an accident, do you remember?"
I shook my head, everything that had just happened was a confusing blur and I only remembered playing with Liam and then ending up here.
"Am I dead?" I asked.
She gently shook her head and smiled at me once again. "No, you're just dreaming while your body recover." She kindly explained.
"Are you death?"
"You can call me that. But I have another name, do you want to know it?"
I nodded and she gestured for me to come closer, which I did. She then leaned close to my hear and began whispering something when a cyclone of new feelings assaulted me. I opened my eyes and I was in a hospital bed, various people I couldn't see clearly were whispering and that weird hospital smell assaulted my nose. "Mommy?" I asked, more mumbling than speaking.
When they saw I was awake, everyone hugged me tightly, telling me how worried they had been. At that moment, I felt like my head was about to explode and only wished people would keep quiet. Finally when I was able to understand things more coherently I learned I'd been unconscious for two hours.
That night, I was allowed to go back home and once I was in bed, my older sister Evey sneaked into my room, asking;
"Did you see god?" I frowned at her question and she clarified. "When people go into comma, they often see god. Did you?"
I took a moment to think about my experience. "God must be a woman, then." I answered before describing the woman in red that I had seen. She nodded and enthusiastically hopped back to her own room. Shortly thereafter, I fell into a dreamless sleep despite the lingering pain from the day's events.