Larrin remained unaware of the things happening to him, his breathing shallow, barely supplying oxygen to what little blood remained in him. he fell further into blackness, and into the images his oxygen-deprived brain conjured.<br/><br/>Larrin rushed up to his family, his mother and father and his three sisters and three brothers, laughing and talking over one another in excitement. he saw pride in his parent's eyes, and admiration from his younger siblings. the elder siblings teased him as they did in life. for what felt like hours, they talked, laughed, cried, and comforted one another.<br/><br/>His father stood before him, hands on Larrin's shoulder. his father was 6'8", and broad across the shoulders. his hair was dark as night, and his eyes a deep emerald green. Son. ah love ye so much. ah'm proud of th' man ye have become. but tis not yer time yet. ye have tae go back. he said, looking deep into his son's eyes. Larrin looked confused, and hurt showed in those pale green eyes. his mother, a pair haired woman, gracefully aged, looking younger than the thirty-five years she had been when her life was taken. Aye, son. we'll be waitin' for ye when your time comes. there's more for ye tae do. ah'm so proud of the man ye've become. ah love ye, Larrin. Larrin was about to speak when his father's hands had shifted to large black fur covered claws. he looked at his father, and found his father had shifted to a large black werewolf. before he could move to object, his father grabbed him and threw him hard from the gathering. he flew back into the blackness, screaming for his family.<br/><br/>more tears slid down the man's face as the girls worked on healing his broken body.