Death. The word sent a shiver through Celesta,
but she did not show it. She only nodded, and kept her
prideful position. "Well if you like it I'll stick to calling
you Mystery, kay?" She asked, it was partly because
she saw it as a fitting name, and also because she did
not see him as Death. He was a Mystery, he was not Death.
He had dark black fur and moved and acted in mysterious way.
That was a fitting name for her, just as Celesta was a fitting
name for her. Celesta interrupted the meaning of her own name.
To her it meant queen. "You might not know anything, but now
you know someone." She stated, rather flustered by his
questioning of her name.
[sorry, short.]