ida marrow, district eight | wip

ida marrow

eighteen
the marrow's

hollow-eyed and hollow-boned,
you are death, reincarnate.

but not in the way one might think. you are not the reaper, collector of souls, clad in an inky-black robe with a daunting bone-hilt scythe to match. and neither are you the ferryman of Hades, the carrier of the damned across the River Styx, with his rotted, foul-mouthed coins.

you are but a sickly, sallow-skinned boy with nothing to his name.