You can hear voices in the void of darkness you swim in. How long you've been this way you can't tell. Only that there is darkness and the voices. You can't even begin to move. Your mouth refuses to twitch. Your hands pulse with blood but no motion begins. Are you paralyzed. Instantaneous pain. Color. Your body burns and you see color. A rainbow of fiery pain. Green throbs. Blue static shocks. Red burning pain. You gasp and take your first breath in god knows how long.
My hands work furious magic over you. After carrying you home and laying youre dying body in bed, I spent then next couple hours setting out the necessary pieces to the ritual. Hours upon hours of weaving magic. Your wounds stop killing you. But you aren't getting better either. I sigh. Pulling out of a small brown bag, a tiny hourglass. Inside it a small eye shaped emerald. After putting the hourglass and its chain around my neck I start again. Weaving magic. The world bends and groans. Time itself shutters. Sweat pours from my brows. When I have nothing left I cast the spell. And all goes black. Except... for your eyes. Which shoot open and the gasp for youre first breath.
