However, all of it for me already mattered no. Being sated the energy of the dead poured out around, I, not beginning to wait for that it will take place with the souls, climbed in the body of merchant sonny. Feeling, it is necessary to say, is unforgettable.
Pain leaned heavily at once. I tested despair and horror of flesh that does not want to die, but already almost dead; state, when a brain already died without access to oxygen, but other cages in an organism living while, agonize though and. Why is oxygen needed? Why do we breathe? Oxygen is needed for a chemical reaction in cages and selection of energy. What can a spirit do, in order to bring back to life a body? What is done by demons in such cases?
And why can some magic creatures not breathe?
I was set by these questions as early as the world, not looking at their complete absurdity in the conditions of the world where magic and demons are not. However, nothing reprehensibly herein do not I see and even I spare not at all, eventually, a reason to give to think, and where was I now without these reflections? So, to my mind, an answer is simple: to transform magic or spiritual energy in that is needed for life of the body, and all. Or to feed a body completely by vital energy, although this only temporal decision; deprived the usual functions of a cage at that rate will either change under the action of vital energyor will atrophy. But I something distracted, now main - to gain a foothold in a body and reflections about nature of life it is necessary to set aside on then.
To fasten the soul it appeared un simply in a new body, a body resisted desperately, tearing away foreign essence.
I suspect that after a stay nature of my soul strongly changed part of Great Darkness, not for nothing other souls I did not even see. And before, hardly she looked like the soul of the recipient. But anyway, I, however, succeeded to attain desired. Although, alas, it increased the brightness and intensity of the negative feeling only; fortunately, for a few minutes of attempts, I succeeded from them to step aside and perceive as though outside. That is named - will want to live and get up not so.
Well, here and the most important part of action came, oh, if I could now breathe only... An attempt will be only one, and if I will make an error, then probably I will become an ordinary living dead person, zombi or yet by what vermin, however, it will be already indifferently to me, that is why the reason I will lose exactly. But to pull time simply there is not sense, with every instant conducted in a dying body, my forces dry up, and together with them and chances on success.
Yes, right it is said that not breath in extreme moments, but fortunately, I this stage passed already.
Mentally deeply breathing and crushing down the rushing experiencing a conation, I stretched all creature to GreatDarkness. Thank you to her, now that I visited the particle of this great force, I knew how it is correct to call, that she heard. An instant grew into eternity... And she came. A cool sedative wave covered my consciousness, I became part of this endless many-sided stream, small grain, an echo of the idea in the boundless ocean of pre-eternal Force again. A passing look glanced aside on me, liked the easy prick of tingling swept with an invisible smile and after a next, endless moment, as if a puff of cool breeze in a sultry day, the brook of force began in me to disembogue.
A body began headily to change, a muscular mass was grown, a skeleton, structure of cages, all his nature, reformed.
And my soul, power shells accountable for vital, spiritual and magic energy, energy knots, and network of energy channels structure, changed together with a body. All of it blossomed before an internal look the amazing palette of paints and understanding but took place without the least participation for my hand. Darkness knew perfectly, that needs to be done, she had many children in endless spaces of the universe, and in one of them she now me and converted. However, it remained to me, only to look after it and memorize it. But at some instant consciousness began me to abandon, and all, that I had time to do to the moment when it fully grew dark, to send it to a wave of gratitude that, who now gave the second birth to me.
I awakened from that me someone gnawed, more faithful, tried, because to gnaw through my skin did not turn out categorically for him, but the pressure he did not take off and even tried me somewhere to pull.