Whoever said dying was peaceful really needed to choke on a mutha f****** banana and Die again.

  I am Jaune Pendragon.

  And I am dead.

  DEAD

  D.E.A.D.

  The last thing I remember was driving at 160 on the highway in my car. I was on my way to the airport to pick up my father from the Airport when my faulty transmission suddenly gave out. I was a stupid man. I didn't think much about it. That was the mistake that cost me my life. Luckily I crashed into the forest of trees next to the highway instead of another car so no one else got hurt.

  After I died the only thing I felt was warmth and some kind of strange barrier that trapped me I tried to punch it or kick it open but didn't have enough strength to break it. I tried several times. All I could do at best was make it band a bit before It snapped back into place, I was dead after all It should be obvious after all nothing can escape death. It was extremely dark. I didn't know how much time had passed.

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  Months, years? I couldn't tell.

  All I knew was a tremendous amount of time passed, before one day the barrier that held me prisoner began constricting around me. I felt as if the weight of the world itself was trying to crush me from all sides.

  But I didn't fear. I'm dead after all you couldn't kill someone that was already dead. Could you?

  Several minutes later the constriction reached near unbearable levels before finally a part of the barrier gave out from above me and I was pushed upwards.

  Light.

  Finally. I was out of that barrier now where was I?

  As I opened my eyes I saw a Giant staring down at me.

  "Congratulations Lady Gremory. It's a girl!

  What?