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.

was one

head rolling on my shoulder. The doctors and nurses hopped into action under the authority of

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

on Kiya’s health. She knew. The first

1. me.

I’ll do if

hospital waiting room, waiting for updates. The orange sunset stretched its lights toward our feet, casting

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they needed the comfort

He could lose her again

hushed prayer to Selene for Kiya’s recovery. She teetered on the edge of death many times and bounced back. This time shouldn’t be any

luna is strong. She’s going to

fine. I need to see it for myself before I could believe it. Kiya, pull

“Alpha Anthony?”

when an auburn–haired doctor walked in. She clutched her clipboard and adjusted her

“How is she?”

is alright. Her vitals are normal, her heart is strong–no physical or physiological

the condition that she is

glistening with tears. “What happened

is in

Kiya

descriptions vary from person to person, but for

harm, no fouls, no

Was I in my body? Didn’t seem like

my hip, trying to nudge me awake. I groaned, scuffling away. “Five

minutes.”

You sleep like

comfy, Artemis. Leave me

snout. I didn’t budge. Shuffling was heard, and I felt

looks like I’ll have to wake you up

soft growls rumbling through her chest and into my ears.

for what was about to come. Before I got the rude awakening that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, my hand shot up and

even think about

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

here again?”

Kiki.” Artemis replied, her tail swishing from side–to–side behind her. “But what I remember before we got

now I’m here again! Sighing, I rested my head against Artemis‘ pelt, relishing in the softness

back.” Our heads turned to see Selene approaching us with a 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 and there is always a source of fun. How

feel calm, but I feel like there is a catch

health and well–being. Using your life essence to heal the wounds of others is a double–edged sword. You gave everything you got to

“So… I’m unconscious?”

yes.” Selene nodded. “Your body needs to heal, not just

collapsed, my body felt like it was shattering piece by piece.

as she expelled a soft sigh. “Only time will tell, my child. But no harm will come to you. You’re being well taken

her fingers massaging

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

I looked up at her, lips pursed. “What do you

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

a small voice in the distance called out

“Kiya!”

the distant light silhouetting a tiny figure running toward me. The closer it was, the more the dark faded to features I knew too well. Shocked, I turned my entire body toward the child and stretched my arms out

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. Her hair

“Hi, Arty!”

a laugh. She rolled her eyes and nuzzled her nose into Halima’s

freeing us, Kiya. And…” She suddenly looked embarrassed; eyes downcast as she rocked on her heels. “I’m… sorry

small hand into mine and pulled her into my lap, rubbing her arm as I hugged her. “You did, but I’m okay. We’re okay, sweetheart.

happy!” Artemis sat next to us, resting her head near my knees. Halima took it as

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 suffered alone in the dark. Osiris

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

around hers