Contract Made After Death: Clause I: Seal

Life and death-if one is lucky, they are far between, the latter negligible. Death does not choose who she takes, but she always has the chance.

I was "fortunate" to be chosen, my end bloody and truly unforeseen. She waited for me on the other side, my new standards of life in hand. Once sealed, I was sent on my way.

But not to Earth.

Mertha, where humans were a minority compared to the dagger-toothed elves, omniscient angellum, and giggling goblins teeming on the four continents. Magic was the norm, technology now the taboo. I arrived in Sildred on Idoliam, an area waged in a war rekindled centuries after.

I had much to learn, mostly through trial by fire. Many a danger lies ahead, some from myself. I will not bow; I will make the if to a when. I will complete my end of the bargain.

I will return home ... but what truly awaits me there? Would it be better to stay?

Death and life-if one is lucky, they are far between, but neither is an end. Not when you sign the Contract Made after Death.

Oh, and do play nice.