Third Prince of the Balbadd Kingdom

Chapter 1

He died.

He remembers the way his breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. People swarming all over em, trying to help em. He would have laughed if he could have. He would rather have stayed dead than be alive. He remembers the pain searing through his abdomen, his mind conceding to the torment, unable to think. The pain wasn't sharp like a needle points or a knife, it would burn around his innards like boiling water. It would increase in waves, small lulls giving him false hope of an end. Then there was the vomiting. Nausea clawing up his throat, and when he tried to force down the bile, it would be too late.

He remembered crying. To when he finally broke down. How it was all coming to a realization, how it felt his world around his coming crashing down. Emotional pain had flowed out of every pore. From his mouth came a cry from so raw, it hurt. A lone tear traced down his cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down his face. He was breathing heavier than he'd ever had before. Gasping for air that simply wasn't there. His throat burned forming a silent scream. Yes, he screamed until he no longer could. Until his throat became so raw, it hurt just to breathe. Then he just laid there, looking at a wall, sobbing to himself, until he'd passed out.

So yeah, he died. Who cares? the part he was most concerned about was when he woke up.

His throat stung as he screamed, the cold air hitting him like a brick wall as i was pushed and pulled from my haven.

 I was passed from hands to hands, washed and wrapped, screaming all the way through. He was then laid down beside a body of warmth, causing the freezing pain to ease. He snuggled closer to the warmth, seeking to hide from the world of noise around him. 

He let out a quiet squeal as the warmth vibrated, a gentle vice flowing over him, setting him in a way he was surprised by. It was motherly, comforting, calming. 

The woman's voice cooed quietly, cooling the burning chaos that was my mind. 

He was awake. He had died, an yet here he was awake.

Was he saved?

He thought about the possibility, before writing it off. No, he had defiantly died. He didn't know how, but he knew for sure that he had died.

Why? Why was he back? what was the point? what was the need?

He didn't know. He still didn't know. But he knew one thing. He was not gonna let this chance slip past him. 

If there's a reason as to why he was still alive when many others have died, then he was willing to wait for it.