Chapter 19: Possessed

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Chapter 19 of "The Lone Wanderer" opens with: Percy found himself in an odd state.He was still unable to see or hear anything,... Find out what happens!

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 , though he wasn’t sure what. 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. 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. that wasn’t his thought. The words echoing through his mind were foreign, spoken in some language he’d never heard of. Still, he could understand them, as they seemed to be conveyed alongside their underlying meaning. Percy would have frowned if he still had lips. he asked. A wave of amusement intruded into his mind. Ok, that was a dumb question. In Percy’s defence, he hadn’t expected he’d be sharing. Nothing of the sort had happened that one other time. the soul yelled in outrage. Percy found himself at a loss for words. He hadn’t meant to share that. This time, the other soul was the one to shift around, trying to push him out. The only thing it managed, however, was to damage itself even more. A wave of pain assaulted Percy, but it wasn’t his own. the soul yelled. Sёarᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Percy was about to swear but paused. Perhaps this was the normal reaction to getting possessed. If there was even such a thing as ‘normal’ in this situation. Still, it would be a waste to die within three minutes of getting here. he asked. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Percy focused on the most interesting piece of information his soulmate had shared. This time, a wave of shock hit him, giving him a bad premonition. , he’d made the already precarious situation even worse. THAT The soul doubled its efforts to evict him. At this rate, it would only be a few moments until it fell apart. Even the second-hand pain reaching Percy through the connection was difficult to endure. Whatever his host was going through must’ve been a dozen times worse, but it didn’t seem to care. he said. Percy was about to give up. The pull was starting to pry him off the body and it didn’t seem like its owner could be reasoned with. Still, he tried one last time. Against all odds, that did seem to slow the soul’s efforts slightly, as it appeared to ponder over Percy’s question. Though it didn’t drop its resistance entirely. The soul’s words were scathing, but Percy felt something more than fury behind them. he replied. This time, the spirit stopped fighting. However, many of the fragments had already shattered. Percy found it difficult to hold on. Especially as he treaded a narrow line between anchoring himself and not squeezing the pieces too tightly. it asked after a while. Percy sent what he hoped would come across as a mental shrug. The soul remained silent for a while. He was about to remind it they were running out of time, when it spoke. The spirit didn’t say anything, which Percy assumed was a ‘yes’. Of course, what he had promised was easier said than done. His host had already been dying when he found it, suggesting its body and soul hadn’t been in great shape to begin with. Now, it was even worse. Not to mention that he could hardly even touch the fragments without destroying them… he realised. Perhaps, the fact his host had tentatively agreed to work with him had somehow raised their compatibility? In any case, he had to work fast. Shifting his own soul around, he wrapped the shards as gently as possible. Unlike before, each time he touched one, memories flashed through his mind. The darkness of a damp cell, the taste of rotten meat, the sting of nasty wounds, the thrill of victory, the bitterness of defeat, the pride of a broken people, the pain of betrayal… It was too much, but Percy pushed it all aside. He could ask questions later – if they survived. For now, he kept stretching all of himself, trying to use , to fill in the gaps of what the spirit was missing. At some point, he’d shrouded many of the shards, hugging them gently but firmly. They anchored him here, and he hoped he’d act as a bridge between them. The result was a mixed bag. At least, the damage had stopped mounting, but his host wasn’t exactly functional. Furthermore, Percy couldn’t tap into the body’s senses either. Maybe it was because the latter had lacked a will, making it more malleable, easier to meld with. Out of options, the young man thought back to the bundle of soul mana his main body had generously bestowed him. He hadn’t used it yet. Of course, he wasn’t sure it would do anything, but it wasn’t like he’d need it if he failed anyway. Allowing it to unravel, he felt the mana flow outwards. The substance eagerly rushed to the edges of his fragmented soul, beginning to do what it did best – repairing it. And as luck would have it, it ran into another soul in dire need of mending at those exact spots! Like glue, it lodged itself between the cracks, bringing the souls closer together as the spirit’s memories flooded him with greater intensity. There was way too much to sift through, though Percy focused on one thing specifically as they reached equilibrium. His new pal’s

Chapter 19: Possessed

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