Sacrificial

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(Chapter 3)
The first breaths

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Author POV

The creature watched as the weaver's body crumbled to dust in its arms, there was no life nor soul left to leave a solid body behind in death. 

The human soul's breathing was now a slow and gentle melody. While the weaver sewed the life back into the body it required more for the little soul to awaken in the creatures arms. So the creature rose to its feet once more, claws clacking in a steady rhythm across the stone floor, back arched as to not hit the roof due to its height.

It ambled up the narrow stairs once more, being careful with its cargo, not wanting to damage the last creation of the weaver.

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The more land the creature covered the more the landscape and ground under foot changed. The land was no longer cold, uneven beneath its clawed feet, instead it had become a smooth stone, polished down until it lay perfectly flat.

The creature had made it.

The Psyche were a mysterious species, with chalk white features and minds that were visible to the eye. Like a glass dome had been placed over their minds, each synapse and connection visible with streaks of neon light. 

The creature felt out of place amongst a species that displayed such beauty, after all the creature was meant for the depths not the mid levels like these creatures earned. 

"You do not belong here" a voice so delicate in tone addressed the creature.

"I need your skills" the creature crouched before the Psyche.

"What use have you for our skills?" the Psyche turned, the creature could see the racing colours in their mind as they assessed the creature and soul before them.

"I need you to form a mind" the creature lowered the soul down till the Psyche could see the translucent human.

"Does it possess life?" the Psyche asked, looking over the body.

"The weaver gave its life for them" the creature responded truthfully.

"Then we must honour their memory, come" the Psyche seemed to glide away, they were graceful like that. 

The creature loomed above the Psyche, they weren't naturally a tall species, barely reaching the waist of the 8 foot creature's frame. 

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The Psyche lead the creature through a series of bioluminescent tunnels to the labs in which they worked. The walls were too smooth the ground to level for the creature it wanted to curl up and return to the depths, to the dark it was suited to. But it pushed forward, for the little soul in it's arms.

"Place the soul down over there" the Psyche pointed to the table with one of its three fingers. The creature obliged, playing down the delicate body.

When the Psyche completed its work then the soul would finally truly be alive again. Mind and soul restored and the creature would be able to present the gift to its masters.

Several Psyche's entered the room, while the Weaver had worked alone sewing life into the body, the mind was complex and required the hands of several over few. 

But it was only when the Psyche's began to work that the exclamation came out.

"The mind is already awake" one of the Psyche's declared, a sound of awe making itself present. The Creature could see the synapses of the Psyche's minds working, the quick firing of the neon lights and they processed the situation before them.  

"Is that a bad thing?" the creature asked, it had no knowledge about the art of creating a mind.

"Are you sure he came straight from the Weaver?" The Psyche who had made the declaration inquired. 

"Yes he was as translucent as the dead when I got him." the creature vowed, crouching down so he could fit better in the small room that was littered with work benches and Psyches at work. 

"Remarkable, take notes" the head Psyche pointed to another who was already grabbing the tools required to take notes on the 'remarkable discovery'.

"Lets get to work"

The way the Psyches worked was so a direct contrast to that of the weaver. While the weaver's work was personal, weaving away their own life in the small constricted place they commit their entire lives to. While the Psyches worked in large groups, gone was the tense yet peaceful silence, instead in its place the loud busy work place of many.

The creature curled up in the corner, cowering away from all the bright lights, but fascinated eyes tracked each neon light that passed through the Psyche's minds, entranced by the fact that none of the Psyches had the same neon light pattern running through their minds, all unique.

But the creature once again felt like it did not belong, it was a creature from the depths of the layers, not meant for the light. A creature designed for the dark, one with luminous eyes that glowed eerily in low light. 

"The soul is ready" a Psyche addressed the creature, translucent skin over wiry limbs gesturing to the complete soul. 

The Psyches didn't leave the room, but instead stood back. Their neon connections of the nerves in their minds lighting up the darkest corners of the room, to which there were little. 

The creature watched on, the human soul remained still. Soul, mind, body and life slowly becoming synced as one.  

The soul did nothing remarkable when it awoke. 

Simply lay upon the table, eyes unblinking in its staring at the blank ceiling. 

Slowly as if it was an animate doll slowly coming to life under its creator's hands, the soul turned its head. Eyes blank and unseeing were piercing as they lay upon the creature. 

The life of the soul began to show, the one translucent flesh one of colour and health once more. The blank unseeing eyes becoming warm brown, dark lashes fluttered over rose pink flushed cheeks. 

Nothing spoke, the creature stared at the soul a look of awe in those eerie eyes. 

For non had ever seen a living human in the flesh before.

It was the shuddering breath of the human that broke the silence of the room. 

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Winter