Is this what death feels like?
Lying on the cold ground where I'd fallen, the blade that had ended my life still embedded in my stomach.
But if I'm dead...how am I still able to think? To feel the cold and the blood pooling beneath my body. Am I dying?
I tried to shift my body but it didn't respond and I started to panic, suddenly afraid at the thought of slowly bleeding to death. My eyes were open, I remembered them going wide as the sword flew at me so swiftly I didn't even have time to scream.
Terrified I tried to open my mouth, to cry out for anyone to help me but I couldn't even move the tip of my finger. So I did the next best thing, really all I could think of. I cried out in my mind for someone, anyone, to help me.
Help me!
Is someone there? It took me a few seconds to realize that someone was speaking to me into my head. The voice of a man I didn't recognize.
Yes! Please I can't move and I'm bleeding to death! Help me!
Where are you? What do you look like? There are many dead here.
I have short red hair, pale blue eyes and I'm wearing a long green dress.
I see you now. How...are you speaking to me? You are freezing cold and you have no pulse.
Shocked I didn't respond straight away, somehow feeling the sword being pulled from my fact I could feel no pain gave me little comfort.
I'm...dead? But...I can speak to you...in my mind anyway.
This has never happened before. Your eyes are open but...they're unfocused. You're not even breathing.
"Lilliana I need you help!" A man called, his boots scrapping the ground next to my body.
"What help? That girl is clearly dead, Jace. Do you wish me to make another zombie? I suppose I could use another servant." A woman's voice laughed and I would have snapped at her if I could speak.
I'm not a zombie and I don't want her to turn me into one!
Stop shouting! I can hear you perfectly.
Sorry but...am I really a corpse? Did I die and get trapped here?
I don't really know. This shouldn't be possible but...maybe Lilliana can help you. She's the necromancer not me.
Even with my limited knowledge of terms, I still understood what 'necromancer' meant and I would have cringed as someone touched my face. But I was dead, at least accorrding to this 'Jace' person so I could do nothing but lay there and await my fate; existence as a mindless, shambling corpse. The dead unable to rest.
I would have cried as a dark power took hold of my mind. When I couldn't open my mouth I screamed in my mind instead, pain ripping through my head. Another cry echoed in my head before I lost my grip on reality and everything faded into darkness.