Freya
If someone were to predict my future and tell me I would die at the age of 17 from a fallen tree, I would never believe them. By suicide, yes, that is what I would have believed. It's scary that one would wake up and go on with his day, believing he'd see the next day when the current day was his last.
I thought I had died; I believed the tree had crushed me into a paste, but I didn't feel any pain. How didn't I? Didn't death come with any pain? Or was my death so fast that I died without realizing I had?
No, I wasn't dead; I was alive. I felt my eyes flinch. My eyes opened, and immediately they widened. Jurius was standing over me. My eye surprisingly went to his right hand, and my mouth too widened seeing him one-handedly holding the humungous bark of the tree.
His eyes stared into mine, showing no emotion or struggle with the heavyweight he had in his hand.
"Grrr!..." he growled as he pushed the tree aside.
I watched with a racing heart as the tree fell hard onto the ground, causing the ground to shake.
My eyes instantly went back to him, his hands spread apart, exhaling heavily.
I watched his chest as he took a deep breath in and out, not tiredly but frustrated and angrily.
"What are you?" I asked curiously, gazing into his eyes.