SynopsisShe has a name. She eats. She breathes. She's normal like us, right?
Soul Eaters feed off of, well, souls. They breathe carbon monoxide. Her name changes whenever she needs to talk to someone. If she's in France, her name will be French. If she's in Madagascar, her name will originate from there.
People are starting to catch onto her. Deaths are happening left and right, and the people of the world realise they need to get rid of the Soul Eater once and for all.
Excerpt“I am Delphi, and I am here to help you,” she rasped, her voice so quiet Hermione could barely even hear her. Delphi didn't move, staying completely still even when Hermione tried to get away from her. “I am here to help you,” Delphi repeated. She grabbed Hermione's wrist firmly, and stood stiffly. “Stay.” Hermione looked up at Delphi, and directly into her eyes. Those staring black eyes; the pupils wide and never moving from the middle.
“What do you want?” Hermione asked, voice shaking. Delphi said nothing, but only let go of Hermione's wrist.
“Follow me.” There seemed to be absolute silence after that. Delphi simply turned around and began walking down the vast, gravel path. Hermione followed, ignoring the fact her sandals were still in her house. She and Delphi traveled down the dirt road, making their way around herds of wild cattle, overgrown bushes, and huge boulders. Hermione was parched; the sun was burning on her skin like fire did to wood. She was practically begging to stop, taking her tiny little breaks by sitting on large stones, and lazily dragging her feet along the dirt.
“Where are we going?” asked Hermione, taking a few fast-paced extra steps in order to catch up with Delphi. Delphi said nothing; she didn't even turn around. All she did was keep walking. Hermione took a few long strands of sandy-colored hair and tucked it behind her ears, intending for it too keep away from her eyes. “Can we stop for water at the very least?” she begged, slapping her tanned arm to get a mosquito away.
“No.” Delphi didn't even turn to face Hermione. She gave her one-syllable, one-word answer and was finished. "No."
She can't be human. She can't be. She's too … solemn. Emotionless. Even the strictest show a little emotion, thought Hermione, staring at the back of Delphi's head, thoughts whizzing in and out of her own. She staggered forward, almost fainting because of the deathly heat. Hermione's head pounded so hard it felt like her heart going boom-boom-boom, echoing inside her.