"Earthquakes, Hurricanes, Floods, Droughts, Tornados, wild fires and several other disasters, each in a city that is you connect the dots line up with each other. How is something like this even plausible?!" Jacob Kiramya slammed his fist down out of irritation resulting in several of his disaster papers falling off his desk and sprawled onto the floor. Sighing he stood up from his seat then bent down and began to gather the lose papers, he had been investigating these disasters for a while now; they interested him because they were oddly lined up and seemed to last the same amount of time. He turned his attention to a series of pictures that laid side by side and he reached for them when he saw something he hadn't noticed before, quickly dropping the papers he had in his hands he grabbed the photos then placed them on his desk. He saw what looked to be a shape in each picture and he remembered reading a few reports he read mentioned a black figure close by when the disasters struck, he plucked his magnifying glass and on closer inspection to his amazement the shape was of a human; likely a woman because of the shape's stature and build. She wasn't too bad looking, she was extremely cute; he angrily shook his head, now wasn't the time to being acting like a child. Jacob slumped into his chair, sighed, then combed a hand through his hair, "This is the first lead I get and it turns out to be something like in a fantasy book, though I guess its wise to keep an open mind. Now my biggest question is how do I locate her?"
Those that saw her called her 'The Reaper', a common myth amongst the humans. She would seem to suddenly appear in a town, and then some natural disaster would occur, then she'd be gone. She could disappear as easily as she appeared in a town. She was a shadow, an omen of death, and many other things to those that managed to see her and realize her connection to these disasters. It wasn't all her, though. What people didn't think of was that she was perhaps simply the omen of a death, there to warn the people of the town of a natural disaster with merely her presence. Then again, why would anyone choose to believe this over finding someone, her, to blame. And now she was moving on to the town with a man who had found her in so many pictures, going to warn his town of their own imminent disaster. The balance of the world was thrown off, and she may have been the cause of this disturbance, but she did try her best to stop as many deaths as she could. She now sat on the roof of a large, but not overly so, building, her spear-like scythe strapped to her back as she looked down at the people below, counting down the minutes until the earthquake she could sense. She'd long given up going up to people and trying to warn them herself, now just using her intimidating presence as the warning. In fact, if Jacob Kiramya were to look out the window at that very moment, seconds before the earthquake was to hit, he would find her staring directly through his window at him, her red eyes seeming to know what he knew about her.
