Again there; I was there again reliving that calamity.

The accident. The blinding light of the headlights, the loud noise of the horn and then that almost deadly crash... then complete dark.

Was I alive? Was I dead? I didn't know; the only thing I was sure about was that I lay down on something.

I couldn't understand where I was; I was confused until...

TSK... a noise caught my attention.

As I turned I stood shocked. There was someone but I wasn't able to distinguish anything; that person was completed hooded in black and only needed a scythe to look like the Death.

However... only a moment after we exchanged glances and when I looked I was even more confused.

"No... not yet" that individual smiled at me and after closing a book a pair of black wings spread out from behind the back and then vanished...

and I woke up.

I've been spending my nights since after the accident like this.

I've been dreaming this unusual dream since after I woke up from coma and it didn't dare to have some kind of a meaning... well at least not for me as when I woke up every morning I was always confused.

What was that thing? And then... what did "not yet" mean? These questions tormented me so much that since the first times I had it I had told about it to psychologist who constantly visited me during rehabilitation.

And every visit was always the same: always telling that dream and nothing changed.

So at a certain point the doctor tried to explain me as she noticed me being totally puzzled.

"You just got out of a near death experience when everyone thought it was the end for you. What you dream is the outcome of the shock suffered by the accident and this shock appears in the form of a dream. You saw for a moment your life going away to then wake up. What is that mysterious person? I can dare to tell you that it could be Death that was with you for a while and that it went away".

Well, I couldn't say she was wrong, what she told me was right... I lived all of that and dreaming that thing could have been normal to me since the beginning. It was as if I felt my soul flew away for just few seconds to then return into my body; it was like I defied Death.. dreaming about Death visiting me for a moment during the rehabilitation was natural if not impulsive.

But... what was that figure? I was still with the idea that Death was a skeleton with a black cloak and a scythe... but that of my dream was different; with the corner of my eye I took a glimpse of two eyes that seemed blue.

How was it possible? And those black wings?

That's how I started researching about that mysterious identity. There isn't only one depiction of Death, I thought, and thinking like this I found something to do to keep me busy every day at home.

Between internet and books I began to research about the various figures of Death in the folklores and in the mythologies of the ancient cultures... but it was hard; it was really difficult to find who that mysterious person was but I didn't intend to back off.

In this way I spent my days practically reading and researching but when I wasn't busy with books or PC I was surrounded by people I held dear, from my friends to even my teachers. Relatives and friends stood by me helping me recover and to keep me up-to-date with the news... but social life traded place also with solitary moments, where I felt better.

And in these kind of situations when I was alone I read or slept... and at night I remained awake and sitting near the window of my bedroom I contemplated the moon and stars and I meditated.

I looked strange in almost everyone's eyes but for me I wasn't.; ok, a near death experience changes you and it makes you more aware of the value of life and I understood that little by little...

I began to understand that Death arrives to everyone (who first and who later) and that we have to enjoy and take advantage of every moment and little things as long as we are alive; but moreover we have to keep close the people we hold dear and also those we lost.

And in fact I did so; I started again to go to the graveyard to visit my sibling who also was victim of an accident but wasn't lucky like me.

"Ehi (s/n)*, you know, we miss you a lot... mom, dad and I even more" I told out loud while I caressed the photo with some tears in the eyes.

Evening was approaching and I was alone in the cemetery; a light breeze blew and it was so biting that I felt chills.

I covered myself with the sweater as best as I could and I remained seated next to the tomb talking a little bit more.

"I had an accident too, a very serious one, and I was in coma for long time... doctors didn't expect I could come out alive but, ehi, here I am... I wish you could be as lucky as me" I sighed looking sad.

Silence prevailed once again the place but it suddenly got interrupted by a crack of a dry twig that abruptly took my whole attention. I turned to see who could possibly be in the graveyard at that hour and as I turned I saw someone completely dressed in black. And as that person gradually approached in my direction I noticed it was a boy.

He was tall and slender and seemed to have a tanned complexion. His oval face showed high cheekbones and only when he was close by few meters I noticed his eyes being of a mesmerizing blue-grey colour and also a shaved and well groomed stubble. He then was wearing trousers, t-shirt and a coat all black that matched with his black medium-short hair with a soft tuft.

When I looked better at him I stood stunned as if I just had a deja-vu... his eyes and his features.... it was like I already saw them somewhere; that guy seemed familiar but I couldn't remember and for this for a moment I felt chills along the body.

Both of us remained silent to look at each other until when that calm became awkward.

"Oh... sorry... I thought no one would be in a graveyard at this hour" he confessed smirking.

"I thought so too" I told and cracked a smile.

I saw him looking at the headstone from behind my back.

"May I ask who is?" he asked with a gentle voice.

"My older sibling".

"I'm sorry for the loss. You must miss your sibling".

"Yeah.. I loved (s/n). I wish (s/n) had been lucky as me" I sighed out loud while feeling some tears falling down on the cheeks.

"What happened to you?".

And at his question I told him everything. I didn't know why I started talking to him, a complete stranger, about my misfortune but I felt like I could confide in him and trust him and more importantly inside my heart I felt like he, among all people, could understand me somehow.. for me he was like a friend discovered out of nowhere... I didn't know but it was like this.

And feeling all this I remained amazed of myself.

He smiled at me when he saw me in that moment of astonishment.

"Oh... I'm sorry... maybe I shouldn't have told you this" I apologized to him.

"Don't worry. I'm used at this sudden confessions".

"It's because I felt like I could confide in you... I don't know how but I feel like as you are able to understand this kind of situations" I confessed.

"Everyone tells me this" he smiled.

We both stood silent again for a moment and then he looked again at the tomb.

"Rest assured one day you will reunite with your sibling... I can sense you have a strong desire to see and embrace your dear sibling.".

And leaving me confused and speechless he took advantage of the situation to leave.... but after a moment.

"Wait please" I called him back to stop him and when he halted he turned to look at me with inquisitive eyes.

"I'm sorry.. but... have we met somewhere?" I asked. "...It's because you seem familiar to me; like your eyes... I swear I saw them and someone with the same features of yours somewhere".

I noticed him showing a genuine smile and he got me confused.

He laughed a bit. "Hum.. I am not certain... I look familiar for almost everyone".

"Understand... sorry for the question though".

"Don't worry.. I am used at hear this question" he smiled once again.

"So... see you around..."

"Tariq, my name's Tariq" he introduced himself. "Yours?".

"Y/n**".

"It was a pleasure to know you" I told him once again before parting each other.

And when I returned to the tomb my eyes were attracted by something sparkling for the moon light. I got near to the gravestone and above it there was a strange necklace.

Curious I took a better look and I wondered how it ended up there; apart from Tariq and me there was no one else in the cemetery and so I thought that maybe he left it there without realizing it.

"So beautiful" I told out loud when I took the necklace in my hand.

It was a pendant with a drop shaped onyx with gothic decorations and opened wings.

And after a moment spent to admire that jewellery I noticed that it was getting darker and so I thought it was time to head back home.

And while I was on the way back a sudden thought came into my mind.

"What a charming and mysterious guy he is".

LEGEND

* s/n = sibling's name

** y/n = your name