Chapter 19: Possessed
Percy found himself in an odd state.
He was still unable to see or hear anything, but he had finally stopped moving. His body’s pull was much fainter too. It was there, yet it couldn’t pry him out of… wherever he was. His attempt to possess the dying light had clearly done something, though he wasn’t sure what.
‘It’s like my limbs are twisted and stuffed inside a messy crate.’
Well, assuming he even had limbs. Logically this body should have something of the sort, but he couldn’t move a muscle just yet. Percy tried shifting around. He appeared to still be in a soul-form. His very existence slipped through the nooks and crannies of a cramped container. Suddenly…
CRACK
One of the objects he was in contact with gave way under the pressure, shattering into nothing.
‘The other soul! It’s not completely gone!’
Percy tried to untangle himself from his host’s spirit, feeling more pieces crumble. At the same time, the pull strengthened slightly. Apparently, he couldn’t afford to damage it too much or there would be nothing left to anchor him to this place.
‘Can you fucking stop that?!?!’ that wasn’t his thought.