alex: 
my chest is heaving slightly and i seem to be fighting for breath. my eyes flicker momentarily then close again in a sort of pained expression. my body starts to grow cold as ice. what little color i have starts to fade from my face and soon, i am deathly white. i sort of fall into a nightmarish sleep like i tend to do after getting wounded. soon, i am completely incased in nightmares. my fingers twitch like they're trying to grab my daggers from their sheaths. suddenly, my arms jerk to my sides and i draw my daggers in my dream states, scattering everyone. i seem to be fighting an imaginary monster, and it seems to be one that i am having trouble with. in reality, it is my mother: hela. then, i start to glow and i levitate off of the ground. a blinding blue light explodes from my very soul. a woman's voice echoes from the shadows: "you may have won this time my son, but it will not happen again." then the light vanishes leaving me unconcious on the floor.