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I'm falling,

and falling,


I wake up and find myself engulfed in a rolling white mist, suspended in mid-air. No longer am I in that battlefield, a bloodied mess, beaten and broken. I just kind Where am I? I know that I died, that is very clear to me. But I just don't know where I am right now. I miss Cael so much, so I close my eyes and think of the word home. And fall flat on my face and stomach onto level ground.


I take in my surroundings as I stand up, and gasp. "Where am I?"

A voice that comes from seemingly out of nowhere, says, "Ireland, Silly!" and I almost jump ten feet in the air.

I shut my eyes and squeeze them before opening them one at a time, and when I do, a girl of about twelve, with short blonde hair and big green eyes, is staring back at me like I'm her best friend in the whole wide world. I shut them again and when I open them, there she is, just standing there with a quizzical look on her face.

"Are you okay?" Her accent is almost as thick as Cael's.

"No, I'm not okay. I'm dead..." I mutter, surprisingly used to the idea, no matter how frightened I am I am about it. It is what it is, I guess.

She laughs, "Well, yeah, but also no. You're kind of in between the living world and the dead. I'm here to help you. My human name is Alanna. Welcome to Limbo!"

I balk. And then I do that stupid thing with my eyes that I did earlier, shutting them and opening them like it'll make it all go away. But deep down, I know it won't make it go away. I've already come to terms with that. But I don't really want to...

"Why am I in Ireland?" I ask.

Alanna smiles and ponders the question for a bit, then says, "Because you wanted to be. You wanted to go home, and so, here you are. You were born here, right? I'm so excited to meet you! You were all anybody talked about when you were born; it was this huge thing about how you were cursed because of the stupidity of your parents and such. Great story, believe me, if you weren't you, you'd be talking about it too." If I didn't know better, I'd actually think she was a real twelve year old and not an angel.

She runs her fingers through her blonde hair, a gesture that reminds me so much of Cael that my stomach clenches and tears well up in my eyes. Alanna frowns, the look seeming foreign on her sweet face and says, "I'm sorry, Khiara. I'll try to make this as easy as possible, but it isn't really an easy thing in the first place."

"I understand. I just want to go home."

She nods, "Well then. Let's get down to business," a pause, and then, "so you know where you are. The Battle has begun, but it isn't what you think. That fight in the clearing? That was just the beginning. Light and Dark angels are fighting everywhere, it's crazy. I'm sure the news will pick up on it soon. I'm afraid people will have to find out about angels the hard way..."

"Oh no," I whisper. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"No," she agrees.

"You were supposed to..."

"I was originally supposed to die," I say. "For real."

She nods her blonde head solemnly. "It was supposed to be an easy thing, you'd bring the Battle, people would fight for two days, and then you would decide. And then...well you were cursed, so. None of that is going to happen like it should."

"Great," I say. I look around at the rolling green hills that surround me on every side and feel a tug at my heart.

I'm in my home country. But it doesn't feel like home.

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