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Chapter 3

I lost track of time, set adrift in the reflection of my own hypnotizing eyes.

I jolted out of my trance-like state by a tapping in my doorway. I wheeled around.

It was my Seeker.

My stomach dropped. What was it about this woman that made me want to spin on my heel and run?

Was this fear?

What a disappointment.

I smiled, trying to take on a blithe gait. This was not fear. This Soul did not scare me.

"Hello, Seeker. What brings you to my Housing?"

She matched my easygoing smile. "I just wanted to check in with you, see how you are adjusting to your new body."

"I'm adjusting well, thank you. The hearing problem has faded, though colors are still a bit harsh to look at. It's not really affecting me very much in such a…blank room though."

Her smile stayed frozen on her face as she tilted her head sideways. Strips of her flat goldenrod hair swung.

The hair.

The hair. Where did I know it from?

The Seeker continued, "Tomorrow we will attempt to access this Host's memories. We are certain that she was travelling with a group of humans, and we're fairly sure she knew the location of others."

I nodded, ignoring the nagging familiarity.

"Many Souls have had problems adjusting with this body. It's been months, and a Soul has yet to successfully bind to it."

"Do you know why that is?"

"We're not sure if it's because the Host is resistant or because of the damage to her head."
I shuddered at the word "Resistant." The success rate of Souls inserted into resistant Hosts is extraordinarily low. I brushed my cowardly reactions off.

"Head damage?"

"Yes…" The Seeker trailed off, "Haven't you looked through her history yet?"

"Oh," I said, remembering the hours spent staring into the mirror, "I haven't gotten to it yet."

The Seeker gave me a skeptical look. "She was surrounded when she pulled out a gun, and tried to kill herself."
A tiny gasp escaped my lips.

"Thankfully, her aim was off. At the angle she held it, the bullet tore open her forehead and grazed her skull."

I remembered noticing the faint scar that ran curved across my forehead.

"The blow rattled her brain severely. At first, we thought we might not be able to save her."

I bit my lip. I had no idea the body had been through so much trauma.

"Anyway, like I said, please alert Healer Flames or I if you develop any unusual symptoms."

"Okay. Thank you."

She turned and clicked away.

I flipped against the wall and sunk down to my knees. Why did the Seeker make me feel so anxious? How could I feel so endangered when there was no danger…anywhere?

My head began to pound a little. I stood up, rubbing my temple. I needed to wash up, it was getting late.

Before heading to the bathroom, I swept open my sheer curtains. The windows revealed the descending sun. It had already begun its fiery fall into the night. A bit of forgotten light lingered over the skyline of Montana.

Montana? Was that what Star Blanket had said?
Yes, I believe so. Billings, Montana. Of course, I was flooded with the memory of him speaking to me about it while he escorted me to my room. Perhaps it was the head injury that made the body so forgetful.

Red light gleamed, ringed around the single somewhat run-of-the-mill star that this solar system circled. That my solar system circled.

I yanked my eyes away from the sight; I had the urge to draw it, to rip out my sketchpad and capture the moment on paper.

I ambled across the room to the open, spread half-bath. The toilet, sink and shower, like the rest of the room, were polished and white.

I leaned over the sink, again enchanted with my own reflection. The pounding in my head had worsened to a steady throb. I was doing my best to ignore it.

I ran my slender fingers across my jaw, feeling the bone underneath my skin. The perception of touch danced across my finger pads.

Human perception. I shut the thought out of my mind. It was too mind-bogglingly complex to think about.

I slid my palms all across my face, over the hill of my nose and gentle bow in the center of my upper lip. They skimmed across the delicate skin of my eyelids and the soft shapeliness of my eyebrows.

"Agh!"

My shriek split the peacefulness of the room.

Everything was burning.

Burning.

On fire.

My thoughts came out in disjointed fragments.

It was like my head

My body

Was being seared open

Ripped apart

Tearing

Split in half.

My breath came out in short, hot puffs. I collapsed on the ground, curling into a ball, trying to make myself as small as possible.

I needed to get away.

To escape.

There was so much

Pain.

It wavered across my vision

It was making

My eyes

Burn.

What

What was this?

What was happening to me?

And just like that, it was gone. The pain was washed away, not even the faintest throb was left in my forehead. I lay on the floor, panting.

Did this count as an unusual symptom, the kind that my Seeker had talked about? But it was so…short. Everything happened within seconds.

I pushed myself up off of the floor, only slightly disoriented. I tried to shake the feeling off.

My face was still damp with sweat, and I was breathing hard. I shuffled over to the sink, ignoring a wave of dizziness that plummeted over me.

I leaned over the sink, splashing water on to my face. The cold felt good against my clammy skin.

Adrenaline was still pumping through me. I grabbed my stomach. It felt like someone had kicked it out of my body.

I heard fervent knocking coming from my doorway.

"Hello? I thought I heard someone shout?"

It was Star Blanket.

I tried to stop my hands from shaking as I walked into the main room to meet him. His face was stricken with concern. I smiled.

"I'm fine, thank you. I-I fell," I said, stuttering slightly over the lie.

The anxious look did not leave his face, but he smiled. "Okay then. I came here because…well – I was wondering – have you picked a name yet?"

A name. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind.

"Oh," I sputtered, "Um, truthfully, I haven't even thought about it yet."

His smile grew, "Well, perhaps after you have a name, I could take you out to dinner sometime."
"Uh-" I stammered, shocked at his directness. I fought off the body's strange urge to giggle.

He laughed. I liked the sound of it.

"Goodbye," He said, disappearing down the hallway.

I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

Excitement quickly set in. I had been on the planet for less than a day, and I already had a possible partner! I felt my heart ballooning inside my chest.

The lights hanging from the ceiling suddenly switched on. They must be automatic.

The sun had fully set, fallen behind the pale haze of distant mountains. Nighttime had fully rolled in, engulfing the city in a canopy of darkness. The night was freckled with stars, glittering through the hazy, apparitional clouds that hung low on the barely discernible horizon.

The moon though, had taken the center stage. It dangled in front of its black velvet curtains, full and round. Its silver resplendence had a striking resemblance to my own eyes.

Luna.

The name seemed to whisper its way through the window. Luna, like the moon.

I liked the sound of it. The softness of the l, the circular sound of the u.

I smiled. Tomorrow, I would tell Star Blanket that he could call me Luna. Then he could be the stars, and I could be the moon.

I fell back onto my bed, wrinkling the crisp folds in the sheets. The lights immediately blinked out. I shuddered, a strange feeling. Why did the feeling of being watched make this body uncomfortable? It was only for protection.

Still though, I wished I were able to close the doorway. I longed to shut myself in, into my own safety.

I told myself that I was even safer with the Seekers watching me. Maybe Star Blanket was one of them.

I smiled, sailed off into a sea of darkness and dreams.

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