Catch A Tiger By The Tail - 410 The Reaper's Children Part 2

“Yes, that or she would become a Sparrow in a cage.” He replied and she nodded slowly. Myra stood up and stepped forward, toward the two.

“Do you mean you can heal grandmother?” She asked her voice a bit shaky. Her face was still stained with tears. The Goddess noticed her for the first time, and she tilted her head in curiosity. There was a angelic beauty in her face, and yet her eyes and expression were a bit unnerving as she looked the child over.

“What a pretty child…” The Goddess whispered as she walked over to Myra. Her pale, slender hand raised so only her fingertips touched Myra’s cheek. She lightly drug the chilled tips down to her jaw, making Myra look up into her eyes. The tear trails on her cheeks glittered in the fire light. “Such a pure soul… no secrets… no lies… such a pretty child.” She whispered as her eyes searched Myra’s eyes. Nothing could hide from her prying, and honestly Myra was too surprised to try. “Yes, child, I can help your Grandmother… it is mere child’s play. However I can no do that without a price. Unlike my brother, there are limits to what I can do on a whim.” The Reaper Goddess explained softly. She moved her hand to the other side and continued to touch Myra’s face.

“Price?” Myra whispered feeling a gentle finger tip trace the curve of her brow and slowly, as if realizing her lips were there, trailed down to her lips tracing them. Everyone in the room watched as this ethereal goddess seemed entranced by Myra’s face. Ramsey stood slowly, moving to his Wife’s back, his entire body on edge. He wanted to protect her, but then again this woman had shown no real intent to harm her. Besides, he was fairly sure if she had wanted to hurt anyone in this room it would be mere child’s play. Her eyes flicked toward him as he moved.

“Calm yourself, young alpha, I mean no harm to your lovely omega.” She assured him, her voice soft and soothing, more so than he had expected. Her attention turned back to Myra. “Yes, a price dear one. One you would pay after your life is fulfilled and you seek passage into the shadow realm.”

“After my death? What.. would you have of me?” Myra asked softly, her eyes looked up to meet the Reaper Goddess in a rather unguarded innocents. Her lips trembled just slightly from the tension and emotions that the Goddess’ touch evoked.

“Why does that sound as though you expect me to take something from you, child? I am the Reaper, but those who do not sow do not reap a bountiful harvest by only taking from the land. One must nurture and tend its field to see a beautiful healthy fruit of its labor.” She replies gently moving Myra’s bangs from her face. “I would see you ride with me and my children, free the souls of the fallen and carry them home to the shadows for judgement. Your soul is too pure to simply be left to drift within the realms beyond, aimless and to be returned to this world of torment. Your heart has been wounded enough, and these eyes have shed many tears for the injustice of the world. I would see no more on those pretty cheeks, as lovely as those glistening tear trails may be.”