Eriana
“That’s not him,” I said with a sigh as I stood beside Osiris. He’d mapped out a few new stars that correlated with the time Derion died, and was able to narrow the possibilities down to about six thousand.
“How do you know?” he asked as he looked me over, curiously.
“I’ve been with this man since 26,000 BC. I know him better than he knows himself and I would recognize him, even if he isn’t whole, anywhere,” I said absentmindedly as I thoroughly examined each star.
“I suppose that is true,” he replied softly and continued to map out the stars. “What about this grouping here? It’s possible that his soul broke into pieces.” I walked over to look at the constellation he’s pointing out and I felt nothing but disgust at the energy radiating from it.
“No, but keep an eye on that
