#the deathly queue

“Hello Eros,” she said gently. “Do you remember me?” She couldn’t tell what had happened to make him a child again so she couldn’t be sure that he even recognized her. “I’m your friend, Hel,” she explained gently. She didn’t want to frighten the poor boy. She was a stranger after all and children were often warned to stay away from strangers.

Hel walked through the trees, content to be silent and listen to all that surrounded her. Nothing here could hurt her, at least not permanently so she had no need to worry. She simply allowed herself to exist and to be present in the moment.

Those who looked human but were not human were not a foreign sight to Hel who could pick them out easily. When one could see souls it was not difficult to distinguish between individuals. But the boy she Hel watched now was different than any being she had seen in quite some time. She watched for a moment before approaching him. “I beg your pardon, but I haven’t seen your kind in a very long time.”