Silent Reaper ～ Chapter ❸ ～ A cold wind crawled at my heels, dew was still fresh on grass. The air smelt fresh and slightly cold, birds were chirping confirming dawn. I inhaled deeply and smiled at the light blue and slightly orange sky. Doom's tail whipped around my leg and he licked my knee. I smiled down at the dog and release him from his lead, as he went scampering off into the forest. I followed after him slowly, inspecting the light mist that encircled the shrub at my feet. I noticed a small blue and white flower. I bent down to examine it. It was really pretty. I took out my pocket sketch book and small pencil and began drawing the rare flower. Not soon after I finished did I jump and the sound of someone's voice. "That's pretty good," the voice said. My head spun around, startled at the sudden presence. It was a boy in a fitted black hoody and a pair of dark blue jeans. His hair was black but had red tints to it and his eyes were out of this world gorgeous... I mean, his face too, but his eyes... They were a strange sunset color, not quite orange, not quite red, but all of those colors, a tint of dark red around his iris instead of the usual yellow. The rest of his eye was dark orange, yellow, light orange as well. When I could drag my eyes away from his, well, oh-so-godly-magnificent eyes, I realized the frightening aura he emitted. It was strange, I knew I should be afraid but I wasn't. "Who Are you?" I asked when I could recollect my brain. "I'm Ethan," he answered simply. I mouthed the letters to his name. Ethan. Hmm. "What're you doing here?" I asked suddenly defensive. "What're you?" He replied. I stared at the boy infront of me skeptically. "I mean what're you doing HERE?" I emphasized the last word. He straightened up from where he was bent looking over my shoulder. "I saw this girl weirdly crouching over here so I decided to come look, then I saw her drawing a flower and it was pretty good and .. Yeah, your up to date," he leaned back casually and put his hands in his pockets. I stared at him wide eyed. Who was this guy? He looked my age and I was sure he was about five or more inches taller then me. I stood too, confirming my earlier thought of his tall ness. "Who are you again? I forgot," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "James." He answered, his face contained no emotion. "I thought you said you were Ethan," I retorted. "I thought you said you forgot who I was," he replied easily. I sighed who was this smartass? I called Doom and he appeared at my heels. Once noticing Ethan, he growled scarily and even seemed to glare at him. I looked down at the hound questioningly. "Doom?" I muttered. "Your dog doesn't like me," he said stiffly. I looked over at the boy. "I noticed," I said. "I wonder why..." I added. "Maybe because I'm a reaper," he said casually. My eyes widened and my heart began to thump. Did he just say what I think... He said?