A glowing fireball raced past a bright moon on Halloween night. The neopians from below looked on with awe at the sight. The red blur was becoming visible as the small shoyru slowed its pace. The sight of the moon was worth stopping; he stopped and gleamed with pride at the white sphere in front of him.

He begin to fall into a trance that made him gently drop into a bed of leaves; he quickly got up and flew away in fright. Trying to keep away from the onlookers_ he soared up high. Feeling the darkness fall upon him, he began to plummet once again.

Two small eyes opened slightly while the moon gawked in his presence. Tears filled his eyes till he could see no more. He rolled over and slid his paws over his face. A small shimmer in the distance signaled him to get up from his tear driven bed of leaves.

He silently hovered near the shimmering light in the distance to reveal a small scythe. He slowly touched his paw to the handle. A small reflection of him appeared in the newly polished blade. His once red exterior gleamed and illuminated to a glowing green, his eyes now a deep burgundy. Weakness fell over him for a short moment, he felt as if part of him was passing through the blade. His reflection dimmed then disappeared.

He looked at the scythe in shock and disbelief, a small tear streamed down his face and dripped on the scythes blade. It flicked and glowed a bright green. He hovered over to a nearby stream, no reflection. He ran his paw down the blade, and words appeared:

A lost soul, a heart to break…
A newborn scythe, yet a new decision to make
Forever in search, forever in death
What you've yet to find, is all that's left
What you know is what you keep,
What you will learn is what will make you weep…