Starless Child

18. Threads of Pain, Laces of Regrets

I'm really sorry guys. I know should've updated earlier. But I found this new show called scream queens and before I knew it, I got a little obsessed with it. I tried to write. I swear I did. But until I found out survives till the end of the season words refused come out of my hands.

Anyway here it is!

Dedicated to m a x e n e For regarding Starless Child as one of the best books she's ever read. I almost cried when I saw the name of the reading list :')

Hera gulped audibly.

Dread gnawed at the back for her chest as she stared at the flames covering the surface of the sun. The beats of the drums rattling her ribcage intensified. The numbness from a few moments ago was now replaced by panic.

"Don't wander off. If you get lost you might never find your way out," Sun said. His voice smooth, unshaken. But the confidence failed to cover up the hint of nervousness in his features.

"That's comforting," she glared at him.

"It's a fair warning," he shrugged.

Hera turned to see Sun staring hesitantly at the other half of him. He looked like he was regretting this decision already. Let's just hope he's regretting it enough to change his mind and not go through with it at the end. "Well, what are you waiting for?," she asked.

"Seriously though, don't wander off by yourself. What's down there is-," he hesitated, "it's a little personal. And I don't appreciate you peeking into the parts of my mind I don't want you to see."

"What's in there?," she said, the voice of the little girl inside the Sun echoed inside her head.

Were those his memories?

"There are six dimensions in our realm. The first three are the spatial dimensions. The fourth is time. The fifth is a little complicated and I don't feel like explaining a five meter long essay. The sixth is called the psych. Corpses have the ability to make their conscious travel across these dimensions except time. The one we've been gliding through all along are the three spatial dimensions. The energy waves on the surface of the stars allows the conscious to pass into the dimensions of psych and partially, time, letting the conscious see the memories of the person to whom the star belongs to once you're inside," he said.

"Corpse?," she raised her eyebrows. "Is that what you're species are called?"

Sun nodded. The flames of the yellow star reflected in his eyes, making them burn brighter.

Creepy name. But she guessed a lunatic species did deserve an abnormal name.

"But I'm human," she said. "So technically I shouldn't be able to travel through any of the dimensions."

"Not exactly. You're a corpse soul stuck in a human body. Attaching the foreign soul to your body caused your DNA to alter at a fundamental level. So you're either half corpse, half human. Or neither of the two and something entirely different," he said.

I'm not human.

"What am I?," she asked, trying her best to keep her voice steady.

"I don't know," he shook his head.

She made a face.

"I honestly don't," he put his hands up defensively. "Why would I try to hide this from you?"

Hera didn't answer.

Why not just pick a corpse and stuff the soul inside it? She was pretty sure that would've been ten times easier.