He had smacked his head, his consciousness was no longer in control. his body was glowing orange but his mind was pitch black. And yet a light shine in the distance, a distance that didn't exist, and yet defined all that was in his world.
It drew nearer. Nearer to what? He didn't know, he didn't ask, and yet the question presented itself, and he was aware of it. Out of time, out of space, he was there, and the light was now in front of him. It was in the shape of a fireigh. It was mid snarl, it's teeth reflecting a battlefield, the blood, the roars, the vicious attack, all visible in motion within its jaws. It's eyes were set in mighty defiance, a warning to any foe daring enough to look it in its eyes saying "I am death".
yet there was comfort in it's gaze. A comfort with a direction, a focus. It was proud of something, of HIM. he didn't know what this fireigh was or who it was. But he knew it knew him and meant him no harm. He went towards it, a nothing floating in nothingness, yet he moved, and he found himself in front of it's nose. It growled in it's chest gently, he growled back. It blinked, he blinked back. Suddenly it rose up on its haunches and emitted the most terrifying roar ever created since the roar of the great wynomi, birther of all.
He felt the roar. Bodiless as he was, it ran through him, a force beyond such silly concepts as the physical realm. He shivered, and felt himself being pushed back. But he braced himself, whatever he was in this state, he did not go back. He stayed, unrelenting in the face of such awesome power, and suddenly it ceased. He looked, up, in this space with no directions, no bodies to speak of, he looked up. And he saw calm upon the face of that which was before him. It's eyes however were anything but. They were furious, but with a joy unknown to reality. It accepted him. He, the bastard, the broken, the fatherless, the motherless, he was whole, and then he was awake!