A Beautiful Dream

by Delicate Plume

If your life can be yours again, would you take it? Ace ponders the question over but is uncertain. Living doesn't really appeal much to him but for sure he doesn't want to die or more accurately to remain dead in his case… Follow Ace's journey. (eventually AcexVivi)

A beautiful dream

I am aware that I am no longer in my body because I know if I was, I should be writhing in pain with the damaged I sustained earlier and yet , with certainty I am still present in the battlefield of the war of the best. With senses that I don't have I could hear and see the battle waging around me. Heck, I can even see my fallen body beneath me.

I look so… defeated.

It's odd, I am no longer confined in my body and yet I am still tied to this place. It appears that I am a consciousness suspended between my body and the vastness of eternity. I tried biting my 'finger' to wake up if this is just a strange dream. I found that trying to move in my current form was labor in itself and after a long struggle, I was able to move my 'finger' enough near my 'mouth' to bite it but it was unsubstantial; my finger was wispy, fine and white. When I bit into it, it did not feel anything at all but the struggle to bite was what made me aware of the heaviness. It felt like that something heavy was restraining my present form (whatever it is) to be in a supine lying position and any sort of movement is impossible.

Even in death I am bound…

"Are you quite satisfied with your feat?" Came the strong calm voice of a woman and I said woman cause no girl can speak with such authority in her voice. "With your tenacity you have managed to breech and combine two limbos for a brief moment…"

I got no idea what this lady is talking about but I sure hope she can help me in my current predicament because I got no idea what's happening. I know I'm dead with the blow I took earlier to shield my younger brother from that bastard Akainu was fatal…. Where are the parties and the pretty angels? Why am suspended above my body with a raging war around me? Is this my personal hell, to witness the war and to watch unable to do anything as people I considered my comrades fight in futility?

"Such melancholic thoughts are futile with your current predicament, I suggest that you stop." A pensive smile graced the woman's face. "And by no human standards are you alive in their plane of existence."

She appears to be in her early 20's. 23 tops and yet, this chic speaks with the knowledge of eons. She's dressed differently as well; the woman is garbed in what appears to be immaculate white linen clothes with an equally faultless light blue armor on top.

"Mortal do you wish to live?"