Page 7 of Total Lunar Eclipse
Kane’s essence!
The little flecks slowly start to spread apart and float away and I go into panic mode. No one gave me any info about essence care. . . I mean, really, no one gave me any info at all. . . in general. . . I’m operating on pure guesswork. . .
Do I put it in a container?
Do I need to manifest a special type of container or will any ol’ Tupperware work?
Can essence even be contained?!
Realizing I am wasting precious time arguing with myself, I leap forward and on pure instinct, take a deep breath, siphoning in the glittering particles.
I steadily draw in the more and more of Kane’s essence with every inhale, until I have consumed it completely.
My mind blanks at this realization. . .
I. Just. Ate. Kane.
IjustfuckingateKane!
Gagging, I slam to my knees and try regurgitating him back out. . .
Five minutes later and my dry heaving has done nothing but cramp my stomach. I roll into a ball and hug my aching midsection, trying not to bawl like a baby.
Oh god. . .does this mean I’m going to shit out Kane now?!
Am I going to be like a kid who swallowed their tooth and have to check my crap every time?!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I raise my hands with the intention of making a portal andone just appears. Justpop,here ya gostyle. What’s more, I immediately know it is for the eighth realm, and I canfeelCaed there. Kane’s expansion powers make it almost like a map to Caed’s location through our soul bond. I reach my arm in through the hole and fish the man-god right out.
The look on his face would be comical if I weren’t so out of sorts.
“Zahra?! How the hell-”
“Kane’s gone!” I interrupt. “He stole Lina’s luminary power and gave it to me andalso all of his powers. AND THEN I ATE HIM!” I wail.
“Zahra, I don’t-” Caed starts, but again, I cut him off.
“Quick! We need a container for me to shit in!”
“Zahra-” he tries.
“But don’t watch! We’re not at the level in our relationship. . . I mean, do people actually get to that level?! Did my mom watch my dad-”
“ZAHRA!”
I startle at Caed’s shout.
“What?!”
“Would you please calm the fuck down!”
Did this ass-salad just ask me to calm down?!
“Yeah, I did,” he says, reading my thoughts.
Well read this, you fuckstick-
