I went for a walk outside. The lawn had a bunch of flower beds, and a few weeping willows swept gracefully in the slight breeze. Without really knowing where I was heading, I walked until I found a small pond. "This is beautiful," I said, gazing at all the scenery. I looked at the other side of the pond, and saw a small door embedded into the side of a cliff. I walked around the pond to it, and reached out to touch it with my fingertips. "I wouldn't do that," Death's voice said behind me. I spun around, almost tripping, but Death caught me. "Why?" I asked. He let go of my arm. "That's where the spirits go to move on." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You mean, that's a door to hell?" "No," Death sighed. "I told you, I'm a collector of sorts. How good are you at Greek mythology?" "I know a bit," I said. "Zeus was god of the sky and ruler, Hera was his wife, um, Ares was god of war-" "Do you know who Charon is?" "Nope," I said. "Charon was the being that would ferry people across the river Styx, into the Underworld. I'm a little like him, just slightly different. I'm calked Death because I'm always near it. I collect souls and bring them to there judgement. Then they go on to heaven or hell." I stepped away from him. "I see. So do you have a name, other than Death?" "Yes, but it is unpronounceable by humans, being written in the forgotten language from before the tower of Babel." He paused. "You're not afraid of me." "No," I said slowly. "I'm not. You're not as scary as some people think." Death's eyes widened. "You're, you're, you're-" I backed away from him. "Helen." I finished his sentence grimly. "What are you going to do to Julia?" He sighed. "I will have to do nothing. Look up." I looked up the rocky cliff and saw a person at the top. "Oh, no!" I cried. "Julia! What are you doing?" She shouted back. "I'm sorry, Samantha- or should I say, Helen." And with that, she jumped. To the ground that I was standing on, fifty feet below her. To her death. Or was it Death?