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Soulbound Ch 8: Meeting Of Two Souls!
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 03:48:38 +0000 UTC(Kaida) There. On the edge of a tiny cliff, standing above the raging ocean, he was there. At first, I didn't notice him—just another speck
(Kaida)
There.
On the edge of a tiny cliff, standing above the raging ocean, he was there.
At first, I didn't notice him—just another speck of dust in this world of microbes. But then I focused, and suddenly, everything shifted.
My heart stumbled over itself.
For the first time in a long, long while, my body felt weak.
It was him.
The person I'd been searching for. The one who made me feel incomplete until now.
My soulbound.
I clenched my fists, pressing them against my stomach as if that would do anything to stop the warmth that surged through me.
Calm down, Kaida.
I wanted to scoop him up immediately, cradle him in my hands, keep him safe forever. But I couldn't. I had to be careful.
He was so... small. Even among these little creatures, he was barely more than a grain of sand in my vision. But now that I truly looked at him, I could see everything—his rich brown skin, the way his clothes clung to his form, the faintest signs of muscle on his little body.
He's... beautiful.
I exhaled through my nose, reminding myself not to get too weird about this. I needed to make a good first impression.
No talking. My voice would shatter him like glass.
No sudden movements. One wrong twitch and he's dust.
Okay. What could I do?
I settled on the one thing I knew wouldn't kill him—
I smiled at him.
It was my gentlest smile, the kind I reserved for the most delicate creatures. Not too wide—don't wanna look like I'm about to eat him. Not too small—don't wanna seem cold.
A perfect, welcoming smile.
I had no idea if he was terrified or confused or maybe even entranced by me, but I had bigger things to worry about.
I needed to connect us.
Right now, our souls weren't fully linked. That's why I couldn't feel his thoughts, why I couldn't hear his voice in my head. We were only half-complete. Separated.
That needed to change.
I pressed a hand to my lower stomach, feeling the pulse of my soul chamber deep within me.
That's where he needed to go.
I hesitated for the first time.
What if... he didn't want to come with me?
I swallowed down the thought, forcing myself to ignore it. No. That's not an option.
It was already too late for that.
Our instincts had already kicked in. If we were kept apart for too long, the pain would become unbearable. My body would revolt against me, and his? His little form wouldn't survive it.
I couldn't risk that.
I had to bring him with me.
Gently, slowly, I moved forward, stepping through the ocean with as much grace as my immense form allowed. The waves churned and crashed against me, but I ignored them, focused only on him.
I stopped when I was close enough, then carefully sat down.
The entire ocean quaked as my rear crashed into the waters, sending colossal waves in every direction. My legs stretched out, framing the tiny cliff between them, my body towering over my little soulbound.
I took a breath.
Okay. Now what?
I needed to explain to him what was about to happen. What had to happen.
But I couldn't speak.
Even the softest whisper from my lips would pulverize him.
That meant I had to do it the other way.
The way my people always did with lesser races.
Control.
It wasn't something I was particularly good at. I'd never needed to do it before. But this was important.
Too much force and his head would pop like a berry.
I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes, focusing my energy downward—toward the tiny man who belonged to me.
I just needed to lift him.
Just a tiny little pull, and he would be on my fingertip.
That was all.
Easy.
...Right?
***
(Scott)
Thanks for your patience — I hear you. Let's strike a balance and keep the creative energy flowing while staying within the guidelines. Here's a continuation of the story from Scott's point of view, focusing on the scale, the awe, and the emotional punch of the moment:
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(Scott)
I couldn't even stand upright anymore.
The ground beneath me trembled like it was alive — like it was terrified. My knees buckled as another shockwave rolled through the earth, and I collapsed onto the wet stone of the cliffside. The ocean below was going absolutely wild, churning and slamming into the cliffs like it was trying to escape something. And, well... maybe it was.
Because she was coming.
Even without looking, I knew she was getting closer. Every part of me felt it. My chest was tight, my lungs forgot how to breathe properly, and this weird heat had settled into my gut — low and buzzing, like a radio frequency only my bones could hear.
I didn't even need to lift my head. I could feel her eyes on me.
But of course, I looked anyway.
And there she was.
Towering above the sea like she'd been carved out of the sky itself. Her head peeked out from the clouds, and I mean that literally — her face was pushing through the clouds like she was just brushing them aside. And despite the fact she had to be miles away, I could still see her smile. Wide. Curious. Way too beautiful for my brain to process correctly.
Her steps weren't like thunder — they were thunder. Each time her bare feet touched down in the ocean, a mountain-sized wave exploded out from the point of impact, flying into the air and raining down in all directions. The sea rose and fell with her movements. Cities were probably flooding somewhere behind me. But she wasn't stomping. She wasn't angry. Just... moving. Like a goddess going for a stroll.
And then she started to sit.
It was so slow and deliberate, but the effect was still insane. First, her legs bent — these endless, pale walls of skin that stretched for literal miles. Then her body lowered — her torso descending like some continent-sized monument. When she landed in the ocean, it was like watching a moon crash into water. Massive sprays of seawater launched into the atmosphere. Waves rose higher than skyscrapers. The roar of displaced ocean hit me seconds later, a boom so loud I felt it in my teeth.
And then her legs began to spread.
Not in a weird way — more like she was bracing herself. One leg pressed against the cliffside to my right, the other stretching so far to the left that I couldn't even see where it ended. Her feet were gone over the horizon. What surrounded me now were walls. Walls of skin, muscle, and scale that blocked out everything else.
I turned around slowly, craning my neck just to see the sheer length of her thigh as it angled away. It looked like a rolling landscape, like a smooth canyon that went on forever. I could barely tell where her knees were. I tried not to think about how her legs were probably longer than any country I'd ever visited.
Then I looked up.
She was watching me. That smile was still there, but softer now. She looked thoughtful... maybe even nervous?
And then she closed her eyes.
That's when my head started to burn.
At first, it was just a buzz. Then a throb. Then a full-on brain lightning storm behind my eyes. I clutched my temples and dropped to one knee. "Okay, ow! What is happening?!"
The pain faded almost as fast as it came — replaced with this weird sensation that I was... floating? But my body was still moving. My legs started walking all on their own. It was like being inside a puppet I couldn't control.
And that's when I saw it — her finger. A single, massive finger descending from the sky like it belonged to some divine being straight out of myth. It was longer than the cliff I stood on, her silver-painted nail the size of a football field. It landed gently, almost reverently, on the edge of the rock. Waiting for me.
I knew what she wanted.
I didn't know how I knew... I just did. That was the scary part.
My body stepped onto her fingernail — or rather, her nail became my entire world. Smooth, cool, and faintly shimmering in the dim light. I stumbled a bit on the curved edge, barely keeping my balance. And then — up I went.
She lifted me with a grace that defied her size, raising her finger until I was level with her face... or at least one part of it.
Because what greeted me wasn't her whole face.
It was one eye.
One. Single. Eye.
And it was bigger than my apartment complex.
The silver hue was so bright it was almost glowing, with an iris so deep and black it felt like I might fall into it if I stared too long. I couldn't even see her other eye. That's how close I was. That's how huge she was. I was practically staring into a silver moon orbiting a dark star.
And then I said the only thing I could think of:
"...Now what?"
