Wassuuuup!! So I had this brilliant idea that somehow resulted in me writing a book about it. Because making a manga makes me crazy and lazy... wow that kind-of rhymed. Well, here I go!

Somewhere below Earth:

"It's almost time...I can feel it." A voice echoed from within the darkness of the cave. "Death draws near waiting for his chariot." Rows of sharp, uneven teeth were revealed as a sickly-looking man walked out of the darkness. A cloak made entirely of shadows graced his shoulders and a once kingly face was twisted with evil.
Not far from him slept a fruit bat unaware of what was going to happen. The sound of bones cracking and tearing flesh loudly echoed throughout the cave scaring the other bats.

A crazed laughter followed shortly after.

Somewhere in a forest:

"Daddy! Daddy! What did you get us!" We both cried out in unison. Chuckling the middle-aged man stroked his silver haired beard and said,"I didn't bring anything." Since my little sister, Eslie was a few seconds younger than me and a bit too gullible she looked as if the world was ending.

I knew better. Although he stroked his beard with one hand he held his other hand behind his back. Laughing I cried out,"Daddy! It's behind your back!"

He faked a look of surprise and scoffed out,"No!" Now curious my little sister went to investigate, but every time she tried to peek behind him he would move away.

Exchanging quick glances we both nodded and jumped on him. Standing up he twirled us around as we held on to his big, burly arms. We all laughed until we fell on the rug breathless.

Reaching into his back pocket he placed a pretty new ribbon on Eslie's head and something wooden into my small hands. Curious I examined the wooden figure that gave off a strangely, but comforting lemony scent. It wasn't one figure, but four in one.

It looked exactly like our family. Father and mother with their loving face turned downward to us while little Eslie held unto mother's beautiful dress and I held father's strong hand.

"I love it," I said twirling the magnificent piece in my hand. Ruffling my choppy hair he smiled and said,"I'm glad you like it Ruffykin's."

Opening my eyes I slowly sat up feeling the weight in my chest. Wiping the tears from my face I shuffled my hands around my woolen blanket.

Lifting up the wooden figure I could still smell the strong scent of lemon. Dad. Mom. Shoving the figure into my back pocket I sprung out of bed before the sun could peek into my room.

Patting my pocket I swung a large, intimidating scythe as I stepped outside of our old farmhouse.

Time for another harvest.