Running Water

Hensley Cruz, a 20-year-old man in the body of a 10-year-old, yes, he was in 4th grade but his soul was that of a full-grown man. Though his real name, in his own body, was Priel Aurora, his new name was Hensley Cruz. In 1032, Priel died of a disease, he had lived a poor life but by hearing his sob story, Death himself couldn't help but transfer Priel's soul into Hensley's body. Priel had blindly agreed, he didn't even know who Hensley Cruz was, but he just wanted a second chance at life, he wanted to become more wealthy and build better relationships.

He bargained with Death, and it turns out, that Death also had a wish, his wish was to hear his favorite tune on the Violin. Priel risked his bargain and asked why he wanted to listen to this particular tune on the Violin, and thus, Priel found out that a mere tune can summon Death, whether it be a careless whistle or a detailed strumming on a guitar, this tune could summon Death. Priel agreed, he made a deal, he would pick up a Violin every Sunday and play this tune to add another week to his life every time.

If he missed one day, a week would be deducted from his life, so Priel agreed, and instantly, he saw galaxies and stars for a few moments when he regained consciousness near a boulder. He had scratches all over his body and a Violin on the boulder, he brushed the dust and grime off his clothes, and he was surprised to see that his clothes were shiny and fancy. He picked the Violin up and remembered the tune that Death had whistled, the bow he had in hand flew across the strings perfectly and as the tune ended, there opened a portal and Death stepped out, "…" "…"

"Priel?" Death checked, "Hi." Priel or Hensley, answered with a sly grin, "It's not Sunday." Death declared. "So what? I was only practicing." Hensley said with determination, just then, there was a scream whose even voice sounded rich and fancy, "My Liege! My Liege?" "Gotta skidaddle." Death spoke and disappeared, Hensley turned around and the mysterious figure appeared, a tall figure with combed and oiled hair, looking disgustingly fancy. "My Liege! My goodness! You're so dirty and grimy and…peasant-ey!" The man complained, "Remind me again, is your name 'Doofus'?" Hensley asked, completely shameless, the man said his name out loud: "I am Colette Fontana!"

"Okay… Then… Take me away." Hensley rudely concluded, "Yes, My Liege. I will call your carriage right away!-" "I will walk." "O-Okay, as you wish, My Liege…" Colette whispered, "Lead the way." Hensley ordered, "This life is good…" Hensley muttered to himself. Colette walked slowly and kept looking back at Hensley staring right at him and smirking, Colette felt a chill run down his spine, and he started walking significantly faster, they finally arrived at the beautiful white castle before them. The castle was purely white and shin, there was the prettiest garden of all kinds of flowers Hensley, as Priel, had ever seen.

Hensley moved subconsciously towards the mesmerizingly colourful lawn.

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