Waking was not simple this time...consciousness came and went like the kiss of a summer storm. At times my flesh felt frozen and numb, other times I felt as though hot coals were seeping from my insides and escaping through tiny needle like wholes in my flesh. No matter the pain though each time I came somewhat to the visions swept over me shortly after. Sounds and voices, touches of flesh against mine and worse of it all the euphoria of no pain that can only be found in delirium. I experienced my first days at fairytail again only this time my mother was there watching me as I accepted the guild mark onto my flesh. Other visions were darker...the feel of my captors eyes boring into me and the touch of their hands as they beat me. Finally the last type of vision was the most confusing for they held sting within them yet they set upon me a sense of longing and peace. In my sparse moments of lucidity I pushed these visions to the back of my mind as simple delirium at play.
I don't know why this time as I come out of a vision I am fully aware and clear headed, perhaps luck or the final gift to my from my body. Still I cannot waste it so I reach outward with my mind and call using the small reservoir of magic "someone please". What I received was the instant manifestation of Loke and the very minimal drain on my magic he requires at his almost healed state. He is weary and recovering from the escape of the cave yet he is finally able to come over on his own power for the most part. He tries to mask his panic but in the keen state I am in now I can see the sheer terror within his eyes. Resisting the urge to look down I wonder just how near to death I now dance.
He drops down onto one knee intending to lift me but I shake my head and stop him, knowing the pain of being moved would claim my conscious state. I need to bark out my last wishes now before I loose the mentality to. Reaching upward to pull in his collar takes an insane amount of will power as my hand feels 100 pounds heavier then I ever recall it being. I stumble over the first few attempts at speaking but finally my tongue is wet enough and seems to remember how to operate properly. I make eye contact to try and make my words mean more even "Take my keys to Yukino when I pass". He went to speak but I shook my head angry an frustrated that he would cut off this speech "and dont tell anyone how I died...make something more interesting up would you". He smiled through his tears and went to comfort me but I sighed and felt myself deflating, all strength running from my limbs. Cringing I gave his collar a squeeze and one last smile before the realm of visions and peaceful unknowing swallowed me again.