#WritcoStoryPrompt16
She held on to the fragile branch with a death's grip as the roaring water threatened to drag her away.
She gasped, the bubbling swirls entering her mouth. There was no hope left...the water grew darker and darker, and the pain of it all started to fade. She smelled death coming, as death gripped her soul and draged her from her body. Death suddenly stopped as the last of me was just about drained, the look of confusion came across Deaths face. "No!" shouted Death, "she is mine fair and square!" And a mighty voice said "now,now Death in your haste to snatch her soul you forgot.....the sacrifice" So you might as well put that soul back where you got it from" As she regains consciousness she remembers all that she saw and heard. And her life has not been the same since