"A person's death says a lot about how they lived. It doesn't define who they are, but rather it reveals the choices, and actions they took up till their final breath. Think long about this, what kind of death do you seek? One surrounded by loved one's? Maybe you desire the warriors honorable death in battle. Perhaps a quiet passing as you watch the sunset is more befitting. Whatever your choice may be, always remember that the choices and actions you make are the stepping stones to your fate. Start skipping along these stones, and you'll reach the end sooner than you may desire."
My story begins around 44 days ago, in a place called the Etherealm. A plane of existence that represents eternity, and it is where all things immortal originate from. I don't remember much from this place aside from a voice, it whispered knowledge of the universe into me. By the time it was over, I had become what was called a reaper. My job, or rather, forced desire was to gather souls of the dead and bring them to a place called the graveyard. I say forced desire because, upon waking up, I was never given instructions on anything, I just, had an extreme desire to gather souls and bring them to the graveyard. Probably some kind of effect from the voice from before. When I woke up in this world, I was in a bed, accompanied by a fellow reaper. His name was