The Children of Death:Book four, Revived Hero.

Atticus

I wasn't supposed to be here. Why was I here?

I was still wearing my tattered jeans, but I wasn't wearing a shirt. My abdomen felt like it was filled with molten lava, not surprsingly, the bandages didn't help with the pain. I winced with every step, my ankle hurt badly, like I was walking on the exposed shattered bone. Ouch. No one ran after me, no one called out for me. I stumbled into the camp woods, curling up under a tree. I... didn't belong here. I was dead before this. I was- a demon. I WAS IN HELL.

WHY WAS I HERE? I felt another wave of panic hit me, almost as strong as the pain in my head, the pain in my ankle, the pain in my abdomen. You get the idea, though. The forest around me creaked with the noises of the wild. I was aware of some of the creatures in this forest as I listened to owls hooting. I knew Hell-Hounds lurked in here, I knew there were evil spirits and Imps. But all I hoped was that something would kill me, and I could leave this place.

I held in my tears, an easy task for me. I found myself rocking back and forth, like a boat on a tame sea night. Like a newly dismounted swing.
"Hi..."I heard a small voice say, I turned around. A small girl stood there, the one from earlier, the one who hugged my leg.

"Hey, Edith, is it?"I asked.
"Yeah, but... you can call me Edie."She sat down next to me.

"I'm, uh, Atticus. Sorry about earlier."I slightly scooted away, not wanting to interact any futhur. "Yeah, it's okay..."Edie stared off the distance. I wondered if the small child even knew what it felt like to die. And then I scoffed at myself for that. Of course she didn't, she was well and alive. Maybe my concussion was still active, faintly active, but still active.

I looked over at Edie, she was twiddling her thumbs, I wondered if I made her uncomfortable. I touched her shoulder, she jumped like an electric shock went down her spine. I noticed the girl was sort of cold, I was, too. It was nearing night.
"You should... probably go to your cabin."I told her.

"I don't have one..."Edie mumbled, ah, fresh meat. "I don't... want to go back there. They're fighting n' stuff."She messed with the braclet around her wrist.

I paused, "Who?"

"Jade and Beatriz,"Edie answered, shivering again. "Ah, I wouldn't want to see that too."I mumbled. Edie leaned on me, making me really miss my little siblings in the Mammon cabin. The child didn't snore, but I felt her warm breath on me in patterns I could only recognize were the sounds of slumber. I felt nice. I hadn't... felt this warm in awhile, and I was... in Hell for awhile. I felt the need to protect this child with my life.

I soon dozed off.

I dreampt about war. I dreampt about a spear plummeting into my arms and legs, and a crazed angel attacked me. My skin burned from the acidic Holy-Water dripping on my body. I couldn't move my limbs, or feel them, for that matter. I was dying. I was dying. Wow. I tried to hold on, I really did, but nothing could stop this person. They were murdering me. And I cried, I let tears escape my herioc eyes as death welcomed me into his grip.

The scene shifted.

I sat by a fireplace, a woman hugging onto me. I recognized her as my mother, I also recognized myself to be five years old, helplessly resting in her act of affection.
"Mamá, I'm scared,"Five-year-old me had said, I noticed I couldn't say things, I just had to sit there and watch.
"And why is that..?"She asked me, I snuggled closer.

"What if... he comes back..?"I had wondered. By he... I knew what I meant. My father, of course. Mammon. Ya see, Mammon used to... steal from Mamá, manipulate her, and hurt her. And little me knew this, he knew how powerful names could be.
"Mi amor, I would never let anyone hurt you, you know that..."Mamá kissed my forehead, but I knew she wasn't so sure. And if I went to sleep... Mammon would hurt her again.