Eyes of Time in Snippets and Shorter Stories

Day Twenty-Six: I am excited for tonight. We are going to see my family for a copule hours before watching the Hobbit movies extended tonight. I hope I can stay awake for both of them (update: I didn't.). Thanksgiving is tomorrow!

The Eyes of Time

Sufrina hated her power. She hated being around people for it only reminded her that Death, her father, was never far away. She could see how much time they had left to live in their eyes; one side showed the time, the other side the date. But she couldn't stay locked away in her room forever. The world dangled perilously above chaos and she was the frayed string holding it up.  Humans could come to her and petition for more time. Sufrina could grant it but at a high cost. There was only so much time granted to humans and if she extended one life she would have to shorten another’s. The more time they had left, the more she could transfer to another human. Sufrina hated their pleading tones, their cries that there must be another way, their anger as she continually said no. Most of the people who came to her were wicked, corrupt men and women who wished to lengthen their lives. They fed on the naive like ravenous wolves on lambs, promising gold to their families if they volunteered to give up their leftover time to them. Sufrina hated these men and women most of all. But she had no choice, she had to grant it to them. There were a few that had lived for hundreds of years and she knew that unless they stopped hungering for life they would continue to steal it.