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Thanatos, the Greek God of death, from which the phobia was derived. It was befitting, but alas all wrong. Such an inherent thing it was, fearing the unknown. And death was the most mysterious of all, impossible to truly collect any information on.
How ironic, a person who could be called an embodiment of fear itself was fearful of one of the single most dominant and primordial fears. A reaper of dread, the face of what one was terrified of the most.
A loose smile crossed her lips as she quickly scribbled down several notes on a scrap of paper. Turning off her laptop, she gathered up her bag and strode out into the cool night.
Sable took slow, smooth steps along the sidewalk. Casting a deeply thoughtful gaze to the cemetery off in the distance, she sighed. "To what does a person owe their fear?"
A breeze blew up bronzed leaves, the sliver of a moon smiling nefariously down on the Earth. And the being known as Phobos struck once again.
-Aerin Tsubokawa