The day I was born.

I felt peace again for only a second before I jolted awake, sitting upright in a tiny wooden room with a curved ceiling, rectangular in shape. The bed I was laying on was against a wall, with only enough room for a small wooden chest, a set of drawers and a small rug to make it feel warmer. A single window looking out was on the same side as my bed, as I looked around I caught a glimpse of movement outside but when I looked outside all I could see was the green grass and cobblestone walls of the countryside.

I've never been to the countryside, I only saw videos of it on TV where people hiked through the fields and over hills just for fun. I always wanted to visit but for whatever reason we never did. I was so lost in thought I didn't even hear the door open and almost jumped out of my skin when someone started speaking. "You're awake!" I spun my head to look at the source of the voice, it was a... Fox? The fox stood there on two legs, fur white as snow and standing roughly at five feet tall. It wore a ragged dress with a frayed bottom that reached it's knees. It's voice was soft and femanine. I must have been starring as it looked away. "S-sorry, you probably don't know where you are or what's going on-" she began, vaguely gestering towards the room. "-This is my caravan, you were brought here by Servare. He said you needed help so we did all we could to help mend your wounds." That name... Servare? Why did that feel important? I probably looked very confused as she stopped to go over it one more time.

I was brought here by someone named Servare, I was gravely injured; broken bones, large open wounds, slipping in and out of conciousness about to die. I didn't understand how they could heal someone that badly beaten but she assured me I was on the mend. "It was touch and go for a while, you were screaming in your sleep the last week or so before you woke up-" I cut her off before she could finish, a week? How long as I out? "You've been here for a few months now, 3 or 4 I think. We've been trying to make sure your muscles didn't atrophy by performing massages every-" Her voice faded away as I felt the world spin around me, 4 months?! I was out for that long... How? One second I was there with the angel and the next I was here, no dreams, no memories. Just a snap of the fingers and 4 months of my life were gone.

"My name's Trixy" The fox said. I opened my eyes, like I was summoned back into reality, the room was no longer spinning but I felt sick as I slowly turned in my bed so my legs were hanging over the side, facing her. I explained how I felt and told her the last thing I remembered, the battle between massive monster and angel, and the angel shielding me from something just before everything went dark and I woke up here. "Oh that... Servare never told me what happened that day. Maybe you should look at something, but I warn you it's not pretty" She lifted a rolled up newspaper from on top of the drawers and handed it to me, it was well worn as if someone had gone through it over and over again, the pages were falling off of the staples that held it together. In big bold letter on the front it said CITY DESTROYED. NO SURVIVORS. I stared at the image of the ruins that used to be a city until it finally clicked where it was... It was my city...

The day I died. (Part 3)

Darkness.

It's quiet, I can't even hear myself think, I was just floating there, weightless and peaceful. If this is what death feels like then I do not fear the day it comes for me. But it was not my time just yet.

A surge of pain ripped through my body as light filled my eyes, blinding at first until the shadow of a figure appeared before me. He loomed over me like a spectre with wings outstretched and a blinding light above his head, was he an angel? Ready to take me to wherever we go after death? My eyes slowly focused and the pain in my chest trippled like electricity was burning a hole straight through me. I couldn't hear anything but I felt like I was screaming.

A massive figure appeared behind the angel, towering in size and without wings, I couldn't make out who anyone was as my vision faded in and out of darkness, all I could see were watery shapes in shades of grey. The angel suddenly turned to face this demon, the name came into my head at some point but I don't remember why I came to that conclusion. Funny how I thought the big guy was the demon...

With his back to me the angel outstretched his wings, blocking any view of the giant creature. I wasn't sure what was going on but during the few seconds of conciousness I had between black outs I remember the world shaking, mumbled sounds of screaming, and that echoed voice of the angel ringing through the air as it spoke a language I couldn't understand but could feel the power behind. The last thing I remember was the angel limping towards me and wrapping his wings around my broken body, his powerful voice now a dull whisper that faintly echoed in my mind "I'm sorry", before those words finished echoeing in my mind there was a terrible shake and the feeling of falling engulfed me yet again.

This had to be it, how many times can I die in one day? Nothing made sense anymore but I didn't care, I just wanted it to end, I wanted that feeling of peace to take me over again. I can still feel that pain when I think back to it, as if my soul was ripped from oblivion and forced back into my body. A pain no physical equivilent exists to compare to.

 

It was over.

The day I died. (Part 2)

Sometimes I wonder whether I hit the floor or not. I was falling and then... I wasn't. I hit something but it wasn't hard like concrete... It was soft like fur. Though it still hurt to land on. I kept my eyes shut, scared to open them, holding them closed so tightly that I started to see shapes in the darkness and colours distort. That's when I felt a hand grab the top of my head and push me down.

I allowed it, my head pushed down as if I was in the fetal position almost touching my knees, I wasn't on my side though, more like I was being carried. Suddenly a voice rang out over the wind blowing past my ears "Keep your head down. I'll get you home." I was confused but did what the voice said, I kept my eyes closed and suddenly it felt like I was falling again. Then I was rising, then falling, then rising again, I felt sick and had to open my eyes.

I opened my eyes to shapes and stars dancing across my eyes, vision blurred and dark until suddenly the light hit my eyes and everything went white, I squinted as I waited for my eyes to adjust and that's when I realised I was starring straight up at the sun. I pannicked and started looking around which made whoever owned the voice push my head back down again "Calm down, you're safe but you need to stay still or I could drop you." his voice echoed inside my head and a strange... calmness flowed over me as if I was put under a spell.

The voice was deep, masculine and it reverbed around me like it had actual power to it, this person could kill with just their voice if they wanted to. I wasn't scared though, I felt... Happy. Calm. Like I was safe even though all I could see was the sky and feeling like I was still falling to my death, I had no worries.

In my stupor I didn't realise the sky had suddenly gone dark, the sun blocked out from something that was coming into focus. The giant reptile. I had completely forgotten about it but here it was again, hunting us and rapidly getting closer.

I was able to get a better look at it this time, it's face stretched and wrinkled in anger, it's jaw like a snake poised to strike, it's huge forked tongue the width of a car flicking around in the air tracking our scent. Perhaps the creature was blind? I couldn't be sure and before I could even give it much thought the world had suddenly gotten a lot darker. I was still calm and uncarring as something very scaly was now completely above us and blocking out all view of the sky, it was attacking us, that much I was certain about and my assumptions were soon to be proven correct as the beast collided with us and the world went fully black.

Did I die again? Or maybe I did survive the first fall and this time I was really about to die? Just as it made contact with us the spell over my mind was broken and I felt fear again for a split second before everything went black.

The day I died.

 I was born into a family, one I can no longer remember. There was me, my mother and my father, I did not have any siblings that I can remember. All I know is I was born and raised in the city of [REDACTED] and that It was on a bright summers day that my life would end.

I don't remember much besides looking out of my window, my room was small, but what was inside eludes me. I stared out of that window watching the cars hundreds of feet below scuttle around like ants, everyone going to work, school, or just visiting the city. We lived very high up in an apartment complex.

As I was staring out of that window I saw a figure fly past, too large to be a bird, too small to be any form of vehicle. It had to be a person, but before I could get a good look another, much larger... Thing went past the window, shaking the entire room as it crashed into the city. This thing was not a man, or a plane, but the largest reptile I had ever seen. It was as if it were the younger cousin of a very popular giant lizard that destroyed cities in the movies.

I remember opening the window and leaning out to get a better look, the top of it's head was in line with my window but it wasn't interested in the rest of us, it was heading straight for whoever that first person was who flew past the window, I could just about see what looked to be a man floating in the air ahead of the beast as I slipped and fell out of my window.

I was never afraid of heights, I would often open the window and sit half in, half out when it was hot and not even think about the consequences. I was never scared of falling to my death but as I slipped, all I could think about was how much I didn't want to die. I closed by eyes so not to see the floor racing towards me and begged for this to all be a dream.

This was the day I died.