Shadowtear

Sewn Together

"Welcome back," a phantasmal voice reverberates within my skull. I try to blink, but my eyelids won't work. I realize they're already open, and nothing I do will close them.

"What did you do to me?" I inquire, laying completely motionless. My muscles wouldn't even twitch, it was like I was hollow inside.

"You should be able to move soon," the titan answers, standing up straight.

I stare at him in awe. If I were able to stand myself, I imagine I wouldn't even be able to reach his knee.

"What did you do to me?" I repeat, my voice unnaturally calm. It was so unlike me to not be freaking out, yet here I was unphased. It was like my ability to feel emotion had been dampened.

"I stitched your body back together. My master, this planet," he clarifies, "was going to consume your life force."

"Why me?" I respond, still unmoving. It was clear that he hadn't made a habit of interfering with his master's food.

"I no longer wish to serve my master, and I have chosen you to take my place," the creature answers, bending down to get a better look at me.

"Am I naked?" I ask, suddenly aware of the fact that not only could I not move my body, I couldn't feel it either. If I were able to feel emotion like I used to, I speculate I would have been furious.

"Does it matter?" the titan inquires, not understanding. His fiery eye sockets pierce into whatever is left of my fractured soul.

"It does to me," I spit back, feigning anger. As I attempt to move, I notice my hand in front of my face. Unable to feel the gesture taking place, I start to freak out.

"I understand," the titan answers, glancing around. As he walks away, the ground shakes, dust sifting out of the cracks of the walls in his wake.

"Here," he announces, returning with white tatters. He drops them on top of my body and stares, hardly moving a muscle, or in his case, bone.

"Thanks," I mutter, attempting to get up. It was peculiar to witness myself rise from the altar, feeling none of the movements I made to accomplish the task.

"You'll get used to it." The titan seems to understand. "After a couple of centuries, your skin will fall off like mine did," he informs me, his movements sparse.

It was only then I realized he didn't even have a jaw. How he was speaking, I didn't know. "My eyes don't work," I announce, looking up at him.

"You don't have eyes anymore," he groans in response, kneeling. "I have much to tell you."

"Then tell me."