As Desmond lay next to the tree, he felt his heart rate quicken and his whole body started to shake. He hated when this happened. He was dying again. Or rather, his body was expelling excess power to stop him from being torn apart by it from the inside. He had been stressed about a lot of things lately, the dark energy inside him had been building up, and the revelation that he will NEVER see his mother again was the nail in the coffin. It was time to [i]explode[/i].

Speaking of coffins, he just hopes that when he revives he won't be in one... Last time was a pain in the ass crawling out. Finally he felt a large cramp, a spasm of all his muscles, and he screamed as pain wracked his body. This was it... it was happening again... The same thing that had killed his mother... His eyes were overtaken with a red glow as his body, all at once, expelled the dark energy that was held within him. The resulting explosion of pure, raw energy obliterated the surrounding trees and vegetation and after it had finished he fell to the ground, in a heap. His body was utterly destroyed and, by all means, he was dead.

But his consciousness was still rooted to his body, and he watched as darkness slowly filtered back into him, slowly restoring his wrecked body, but he did not wake up. He wouldn't wake up for a while... A day, maybe two... maybe a week. He didn't know for certain. He had to wait... Now that he thought about it, he was a specter... when they went to see his body, would Luna be able to see him? He hoped, in a way, that she would and maybe he could talk to her... Sounded lovely. Last time this happened he was stuck for two days with absolutely nothing to do and nobody to talk to... The spirits that live in this world were mere echos of their human forms and couldn't really engage in chit-chat...