Here 'tis. Have fun. I'm sorry but my exams are soo bloody close now I'm running out of free time to do this. I'm not giving up but this is the warning!

X,B and E

Beadu P.O.V

I opened my eyes to my new world. My groggy, crusty eyes. I fill my lungs with air and wonder at the function cringing at the taste of just how dirty and sour the once nourishing air had become. Wherever I am, I cannot see anything, and it resembles the smell of a rotten larder. I feel a prickly stabbing in my legs. Is this what it feels like to be... cold? I am surprised that I recognise these feelings. I have felt coldness before... I feel the basics of humanity coming back to me. I find myself feeling hunger and extreme discomfort. One thing that I slowly realise that is missing from all of this however, is the most important of all of these functions. My heart is not beating.

I try to squint through my eyes to see exactly where I am, hoping to find a source of light, but find none. I feel around me, becoming frantic in the darkness and find myself enclosed in a very tight, small and uncomfortable space. Where on Earth am I?! Now I am beginning to regret not heading my Angels warnings. 'Please! This has never happened before, and I do not know what will happen to you!' In my haste to escape Heaven I did not think my actions through fully. Why did I leave in the first place?! I denied Heaven!

Then I remembered why I left. Witnessing such young children in that place led me to remember something about my previous life -that I had a family. Have a family. I am back now and intend to never leave again. All of those who have mourned for me will never feel sadness towards me again, I vow this.

I continue to feel around me as I think and brush my hand past something moving. I then begin to realise where I am, and I am quickly filled with immense fear -another overwhelming emotion. Am I underground? The lack of sound and the smell of my surroundings suggest that I am and when I breathe in once again -despite finding the action completely un-required- I smell damp wood, perhaps oak. Am I in a Coffin?!! That acknowledgement was too much for me, and I began to claw around for something to prove my assumptions wrong. I was right.

I scrape against the panels in front of me, desperate for an escape. My fingers quickly tear and bleed with my efforts, so to banish the pain I concentrate on the very reason why I am here and begin to chant I have a family, I have a family, I have a family...

I break through the wood to feel compacted earth begin to cave on me as I dig my way through this softer obstacle. I have a family, I have a family. Oh my, how deep in the Earth am I? I remember my legs and begin to kick upwards. It doesn't take long for my bare feet to shred and bleed also.

In what seems like a lifetime, I feel my fingers break through the surface, thanking God for my family not burying me deeper whilst also wishing for him to not hate me for choosing this current struggle over Heaven. My struggle soon ends however, as my arms frantically beat the newly revealed grass covered soil apart to make room to pull myself up. My head breaks through the surface as I crawl upwards, and I breathe in the un-polluted air, just to cough it back up. Despite the air being fresher than inside my coffin, it is not the air my body is -or once was- used to. This is not air! It tastes too thick for air! What has happened to the air of this planet?

As I drag my freezing legs out of the ground a chilling breeze stuns my entire body, giving me goosebumps. This was something I was not expecting. Is it not summer? It most certainly is not summer, as rain starts to fall. I am currently in a collapsed heap above the place which was my grave and I look around for the first time. How long have I been gone?

I am surrounded by trees, thick with flora and fauna. The ground is damp and it becomes clear to me that I am in a forest. I look around myself, begging for my dead legs to drag. Where is this place? Why would I be buried here? This place is no cemetery, but must somehow still be holy ground otherwise I would not have been offered the entry I had just declined. I may have developed that belief during some part of my previous life, but I do not know. My fingers find their way across a soft fabric on the freezing forest floor, which I recognise as some sort of dress. It is white, freshly blemished with the green of the grass and the thick crust of the dirt. How I came to find myself in such a dress was beyond me. Perhaps it was not that long ago that I was buried?

I look behind me to see a tree - a royal oak to be precise- and feel a deep connection to it. I stumble upwards to prop my hand on the tree as I crouch downwards, not trusting my legs enough to move efficiently on their own yet. Do I know this? There is a deep sign carved into the oaks front, not far from the ground. A child must have done this. I finger the carving, finding I can just about make out the lettering. There is an 'X' , and underneath this carving, there is a signature, 'B', 'E', and part of another letter. An X,B and E ...

This feels incredibly familiar, but I cannot focus hard enough to recover the memory. It may appear to be a marking to my grave, however, if it were so, I would not remember it, as I would have already died. I must have carved this once, or at least witnessed the carving... but for what purpose is it here? To mark another grave?

My mind twists at that, and I feel dread wash over me. Another grave?! Would that mean I did not die alone? The Angel had told me that I had committed the act of self sacrifice, however did somebody die before hand who would wish our bodies to be buried together? A death following mine? A husband? A child?!

As I tried to figure out any morsel of my past in front of that tree, the light began to fade. It was already becoming dark when I arose from the ground, however I recognise a word belonging to this sunset - Twilight. I stand to gaze at the setting sun, feeling a pull towards it. The light is leaving, and I wish to follow it, as I do not wish to be left behind in this darkness. I walk towards the sun a few steps, in fruitless hopes of catching it, and turn to look back at the oak. I had a feeling I would be able to find my way back.

I turned back towards the disapearing sun and pushed past the brush in my way, walking forward trusting the sun would lead me somewhere safe -away from the darkness.

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