Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 59 – Part of Me

“My happiness grows in dret proporce, and in inverse proportion to my expectations”

Michael Sow

Heaven was in the blue eyes of a white haired angel who saved my life.

Death had carried me over the threshold of the afterlife, ready to settle me before my matron goddess.

Ring beside Death was Onyx, my companion for eternity. That was the end of me; I gave my life to save Kia, and my fate awaited me past the darkness

However, the warmth of life called to my soul. Tendrils of holy silver pulled me away from Death toward the light. Death grumbled and stomped its feet because someone disrupted the natural process all living beings

must encounter.

At first, I didn’t want to go back. It was time for Onyx and me to move on.

Until the tendrils twirled into the shape of a hand, beckoning me to touch it. The same stretched out to Onyx, but as a paw. I heard the melodic voice of the woman I love caressing my heart and ears.

Come back to me, please.

The memories rushed back. I realized couldn’t leave yet. There was so much left unsaid and undone. Without hesitation, I took the luminous hand into mine and Onyx took the paw into his, and a flash of light pulled us both in the arms of our angel on earth.

But I couldn’t celebrate. My happiness turned to sheer panic when Kiya collapsed on top of me. Her holy light dimmed, reverting her back to her original form. Dozens of others shared my panic as a bittersweet end to an ageless battle against the darkness.

Afterwards, it was one big blur.

I didn’t take a single breath until we got to the hospital at Garnet Moon. I cradled Kiya’s limp body against my chest, her head rolling on my shoulder. The doctors and nurses hopped into action under the authority of Anthony’s command, settling Kiya on a gurney, and rolling her away further in the hospital.

Every breath, every foot tap, foretold the anxiety bubbling in each of us. The whiplash of the role reversal stressed our minds out–I died and came back. Now, there is no telling if Kiya was crossing the same threshold of death. Valerian insisted to have a nurse examine me, but I assured him I was alright.

I felt better than ever, and I felt awful about it. Why? I knew healing took a toll on Kiya’s health. She knew. The first time she healed Abigail and me, it knocked her unconscious. She used the same power to resuscitate

1. me.

I don’t know what I’ll do if Kiya ends up dying.

Asim didn’t join us, assuming he had to take care of his brother’s body. The rest of us remained in the hospital waiting room, waiting for updates. The orange sunset stretched its lights toward our feet, casting a glow that didn’t comfort us. My soldiers returned to Zircon Moon, along with my Beta and Gamma. After this

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Chapter 89 – Part of Me

“My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance, and in inverse proportion to my expectations.” Michael J. Fox

Neron

Heaven was in the blue eyes of a white–haired angel who saved my life.

Death had carried me over the threshold of the afterlife, ready to settle me before my matron goddess. Walking beside Death was Onyx, my companion for eternity. That was the end of me; I gave my life to save Kiya, and my fate awaited me past the darkness.

However, the warmth of life called to my soul. Tendrils of holy silver pulled me away from Death toward the light. Death grumbled and stomped its feet because someone disrupted the natural process all living beings

must encounter.

At first, I didn’t want to go back. It was time for Onyx and me to move on.

Until the tendrils twirled into the shape of a hand, beckoning me to touch it. The same stretched out to Onyx, but as a paw. I heard the melodic voice of the woman I love caressing my heart and ears.

Come back to me, please.

The memories rushed back. I realized couldn’t leave yet. There was so much left unsaid and undone. Without hesitation, I took the luminous hand into mine and Onyx took the paw into his, and a flash of light pulled us both in the arms of our angel on earth.

But I couldn’t celebrate. My happiness turned to sheer panic when Kiya collapsed on top of me. Her holy light dimmed, reverting her back to her original form. Dozens of others shared my panic as a bittersweet end to an ageless battle against the darkness.

it was one

cradled Kiya’s limp body against my chest, her head rolling on my

bubbling in each of us. The whiplash of the role reversal stressed our minds out–I died and came back. Now, there is no telling if Kiya was crossing the same threshold of death. Valerian insisted to

on Kiya’s health. She knew. The first time she

1. me.

don’t know what I’ll do if Kiya ends

The rest of us remained in the hospital waiting room, waiting for updates. The orange sunset stretched its lights toward our feet, casting a glow that didn’t comfort us. My soldiers returned to

–

they needed the

Artemis. He could lose her again before they had the

death many times and bounced back. This time shouldn’t be any different. A hand gripped my knee in comfort. I looked up to see Nikolai offering me a modest smile. It did something to

de luna is strong. She’s going to

Kiya is going to be fine. I need to see

“Alpha Anthony?”

collectively shot up when an auburn–haired doctor walked in. She clutched her clipboard

“How is she?”

vitals are normal, her heart is strong–no physical

the condition that

condition?” Lyra spoke, her eyes glistening with

is in a

Kiya

does one describe peace? Definitions and descriptions vary from person to person, but for me?

No harm, no fouls, no

from its confines, allowing me to ascend to the skies. Was I in my body? Didn’t seem like it. Despite the light

me at my hip, trying to

minutes.”

wake up. You sleep like a damn

Artemis. Leave

growling as she poked me with her snout. I didn’t budge. Shuffling was

I’ll have to wake you up the

cheeks with her soft growls rumbling through her

that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, my hand shot up and gripped her jaw

even think about

any kinks in my body. She took a seat next to me when I noted the familiar place we were in. The white world. The warmth remained, but so did my

we here again?” I turned to

before we got here is that you, or rather we,

Selene that I might not survive after the healing, and now I’m here again! Sighing, I rested my head against Artemis‘ pelt, relishing in the softness of her fur. Despite the circumstances, I was glad to have

wide smile, hands folded in front of her silver dress. “You’ve successfully revived a man on the edge of death. A taboo act amongst the gods, but bending the rules here

there is a catch here somewhere. I quirked a skeptical

sword. You gave everything you got to bring Neron back, but your body couldn’t keep up. Think of it as the

“So… I’m unconscious?”

needs to heal, not just from

body felt like it was shattering piece by piece. I had no strength to

will tell, my child. But no harm will come to

be so worried. I couldn’t wait to hug them again. Selene ran her smooth hands through my curls, her fingers massaging my scalp. I let out

my dear.” My goddess chuckled. “There are a couple of things you need to take care of while

looked up at her, lips pursed. “What

took her place some distance from Artemis and me. Before I could rest my

small voice in the

“Kiya!”

air, the distant light silhouetting a tiny figure running toward me. The closer it was, the more the dark faded to features I knew too

arms, nearly toppling the both of us over as she clung onto my body like a young koala. Halima giggled and muzzled her head into the crook of my neck, her curls tickling my chin. Once we separated, I noticed her change of clothing. Instead of the filthy dress, she wore a pure white, thick strapped dress brushing over her knees.

“Hi, Arty!”

was stifle a laugh. She rolled her eyes and nuzzled her nose into Halima’s belly, “I’ll let

And…” She suddenly looked embarrassed; eyes downcast as she

into my lap, rubbing her

her head near my knees. Halima took it as a sign to pet her head. “All I wanted was for you to see me, Kiki. I didn’t want you to forget

want to know her existence because the past was too painful. But this experience changed my entire perspective. Halima was more than my inner child–she was the innocence in my heart. She bore all my unhealed trauma and

held up a pinky, her eyes widening with innocent hope. “Promise?”

pinky around hers