immortality [wizarding world] | ?

the start of eternity

Ambrose's ears were ringing. She hated it when her ears produced that high-pitched buzz. She sighed, frustrated, and reached for the comforting touch of her old cloak.

It wasn't there.

She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Her eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room. She was on a thin mattress, in an area that seemed impossibly dark. She spotted some curtains and yanked them open, and saw absolutely nothing.

"You're awake," said a soft voice, and Ambrose froze. She turned around to face the figure and screamed out of fear and surprise. The figure chuckled. "Pardon me, I forgot that my true form can be rather... frightening." There was a pause, and the figure morphed into a pale young man, with blonde curls and black eyes.

"Who are you?" Ambrose whispered, her voice barely audible. She trembled from head to toe.

"Well," he cleared his throat. "I'm a lot of different things. But for your sake, you can call me Nicholas."

"Don't lie." Her voice grew stronger, and Nicholas looked amused.

"Fine, little Ambrose. I will tell you the truth," He morphed back into his true self, and Ambrose couldn't help but gasp again. "I am Death." There was a pause. "I know that might come as a surprise, and that you might not believe me," he continued, hastily. "But –"

"What happened to my parents?" Asked Ambrose, her voice sounding ethereal. Death hesitated before speaking again, and his voice sounded softer.

"They drowned, Ambrose. So did everyone on that boat." Ambrose closed her eyes, her heart racing.

"If everyone drowned... Why am I here?"

"You died, too."

"Shouldn't I be somewhere else, then?" She raked her mind in search for the word her mother had spoken of occasionally. "H-Heaven? Is that what it is?"

"You should've gone... up there." He gestured upwards. "But as you have noticed, you are not."

"Why?"

"Because, Ambrose Natte Littleray, I have decided to keep you here with me." Death morphed back into the young man with curls, and smiled down at her. She was too perplexed to smile back.

"But why?" She demanded, forgetting her manners.

"That will be a story for another time." He smiled again, and stood up to open the curtains further.

Ambrose had a million questions swirling in her head, and she finally settled on one.

"Where are we?" She glanced at the window. "Mr. Nicholas?" Nicholas chuckled again.

"Why, we are wherever you desire to be," he took her small hand and pulled her to the window. "Iceland." He said, and the view outside changed to one that Ambrose assumed was Iceland. "The Khmer Empire." The view changed to a swelteringly hot area with a vast amount of people milling about. "Japan." They were suddenly in a small garden, surrounded by blossoming trees. Ambrose looked around, bewildered. "You give it a try, just say the country of the place you want to be, and think about the specific location."

"E-England." Ambrose muttered, thinking hard about the farm. The view changed again, and they were transported to the middle of the Littleray farm. She turned to look at Nicholas. "Can they see us?" He shook his head, looking forlorn. She felt tears forming, and quickly blinked them away. "France." She whispered, thinking about anything else but the farm. They were taken to the heart of a glen.