by Ollie Middlebrooks

Created on: October 01, 2008

"You're inside of me. This is my soul." though her voice was filled with dislike for him, he saw the look in her eye as she surveyed her ocean and it' inhabitants. The soft look of wonder and awe and unconditional devotion that he had glimpsed only in the eyes of mothers. Her silver white hair had come down from the intricate pile of curls it had been in back in the throne room. Instead it fell down her back in waves, moving and shifting in a wind that he could not feel. She turned to look up at him and he almost took a step back. Up until that point the had only seen her in profile so when she turned the full force of her face on him it startled him badly. She still had the small face of a child, her mouth was still the same, wide and soft to contrast with the sharp cut of her cheekbones.

It was her eyes that had changed so dramatically. They blazed from her face, all traces of whites and pupils disappearing under the ocean of black. If he looked closely he could see the stars dancing beneath the weight of all that darkness.

When he took a step toward her for a closer look, her face twisted and she snarled revealing pointed little teeth. Her hair erupted in a mass of flames and slapped at him in warning. When he jerked back, the flames died down to faintly glowing embers, laying down once more so that they fell around her shoulders and face much in the same way normal hair would.

He cleared his throat and angled himself so that he stood closer to her. He couldn't help himself. Her heat was new to him. He'd been cold for most of his existence, most heat irritated him, grated on his body and against his mind until he felt as if he would go insane. This was different though, she drew him like a moth to a flame. Her heat didn't grate on him, it made him hungry for more of it.

"What are they?" She seemed to understand what he meant because she bit her lip as she turned back to look out over the ocean.

"They're souls."

"Souls."

"Yes. The souls of the dead and the yet to be born." There was another flash of light as another soul shot from the depths for a split second before diving back beneath the surface.

"What about those that are living? The ones that have lost their souls? Where are they?" He was afraid of the answer she would give, but it was a question that he'd had to ask. He felt it as she turned her attention back to him, his skin flushed with the heat she gave off and muscles he hadn't realized were tense, relaxed.

"No one loses their souls." She said. "They just

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