A Demigod’s Cocoon Part 2

Life had almost come back to normal, between school and family. The incident had been forgotten some time back. Yet it seemed fate wasn’t done with the 24 year old woman with red-gold curls. It was the last class of the day when someone got inside the classroom and murmured something to the teacher, showing a piece of paper. As the other man turned and asked something also quite soft, the intruded shook head softly, empathizing his words with that slight movement. The teacher nodded and turned to the class.

A Demigod’s Cocoon… Part 1

Silence. Darkness. Floating in nothingness. Neither dead nor alive. Neither awake nor asleep. Neither here or there. Neither conscious nor unconscious. Seeing without though. Feeling without remembering. Smelling without being aware. Impossible to even have a though at all, like the stage when you’re neither asleep nor awake, but in between. Not even with instinct. It would have been impossible to say if the entity was part of the body, part of the soul, part of the mind, or part of the living heart of the creature. Impossible to say if it was an entity trapped and floating around like a cloud, like a thought, or the whole sky without being an actual sky.