Both girls stood motionless, mouths agape. A wish or a blessing from the God of Death and Fear? Perhaps it was good to be late for once. Annabel looked down at her sister. What could a ten year old girl want from him. She watched silently as the child's faced changed from one of defiance to a look of sadness.

 Elizabeth had wanted to shake the god's hand. She decided she would have to wait until she was older. After being offered a wish, her mind turned immediately to her mother. She was certain her mother would not forgive her for raising her from eternal bliss. Her thoughts then went to her sister. If she could protect herself, then Annabel wouldn't have to. She wouldn't have to get pushed around so much. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed as she settled on her choice. She wanted to be stronger.

Keeping her eyes fixed on Elizabeth's face, Annabel could see her sister had decided on something. She on the other hand was not going to accept any offer from him. From her experience, all things came at a price.
"Thank you sir, but I cannot accept." With a bow, Annabel backed away from the cloaked being and her sister. She was sure Elizabeth didn't want her to hear what she was going to tell him.

Elizabeth watched as her sister turned down the god and respectfully backed away. Annabel knew her too well. She looked back to the god, her eyes dark, "I want to be strong."