RReddVar

*** Perhaps this was what death was like. Dark, cold. But should it hurt so much? Was not the pain supposed to end when one died, or did it endure even beyond the grave?     Then he saw something. A tiny light, naught but a pinprick, but his heart leapt at the sight. He wanted to go to it, hold that light and never let it go, but something held him fast, invisible bonds that gripped him tighter as though sensing his desire.     But the light drew nearer, growing taller, its radiance pushing the darkness back. And then he saw her.     Her hair was like spun gold that fell upon her bronzed shoulders, eyes as bright as the dress of light