Star Light: An Otherworld Book

By Dayna Berthelet

Book Summary
Star Light has been reincarnated with two souls; the soul of the mortal, Star Light, and the soul of the Goddess, Moon, also called by Keeper of the Stars. When she remembers who she is, it is just one step towards major change in her world. She can feel it in the air. As she plans to defeat the one that took everything from her she is joined by her old time friend Shadow and her twin brother Styles, who is more than a mortal. They will have old friends and new ones join them in the fight. Will Stars souls be joined into one? Is the change in the air only because of her and her brother or is there more to come?


Autobiography
Right now I live in a lovely little apartment in Chilliwack B.C. with my fifteen month old daughter. Places I have lived are Burns Lake B.C, Prince George B.C, Rainbow Lake Alberta, Edmonton Alberta. Most of my growing up took place in Chilliwack though. In every place I met interesting people and lifelong friends.
I won a Literary Scholarship when I completed school. That was when I knew this was my life path. I had always loved writing and wanted to be a published Author but never thought I was good enough till that day. My daughter and my mother both give me the spirit and the motivation I need. I will always remember to not always dream but to make those dreams come to life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479768752

Dayna Berthelet

I always had a never ending imagination. When I was a child I could stay in my room alone for hours and never get bored. When I got older I realized I had to do something with that imagination. In Middle School I was in art classes and was always good at English and Social Studies. I loved to draw, color and paint. I even tried clay sculpting in High School and loved it. But above all I loved to read. I truly realized my passion for writing when I was in Rainbow Lake, Alberta. I was sixteen and decided I wanted to write a novel. I remember that I thought it was an amazing story; but now I can’t remember what it was even about.

Book preview

Copyright © 2012 by Dayna Berthelet.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

To order additional copies of this book, contact:

Xlibris Corporation

1-888-795-4274

www.Xlibris.com

[e-mail]

127830

Contents

| Questions |

| Dead |

| Overworld |

| Awakened |

| Goddess |

| Memories |

| Shadow |

| Missing | Piece |

| Styles |

| Brothers |

| Released |

| Soulmates |

| Madness |

| Tattoos | And | Parties |

| Underworld |

| Castle | Of | Misery |

| Merabell | And | Ray |

| Mystery | Woman |

| More | Company |

| Information |

| Blaze |

| Shadow | Warriors |

| Banka |

| Rescue |

| Numbers |

| Dinner |

| Preparations |

| The | Box |

| Kip |

| The | March |

| The | Battle |

| Stasis |

| Night | Incarnate |

| Confessions |

| Five | Months | Later |

Dedicated to my Grandmother, Rita,

for making this novel possible.

To my mother for never giving up

on me and pushing me to finish it.

| QUESTIONS |

As I walked past everyone on the street I couldn’t help feeling invisible. In fact, I felt invisible all the time now. No one spoke to me anymore. They didn’t even look at me or acknowledge me in any way. I was, in all senses, invisible. I could say anything, do anything and no one would notice. My family even ignored me. More like they acted as if I was no longer there. I was nearing my house now and wanted nothing more than somewhere else to go. My room was still there filled with my things so I knew they didn’t completely forget me. I just didn’t understand why they ignored me. I would ask and ask but I would never get an answer.

At first I would yell and scream and throw tantrums a three year old would be proud of. But after a while I just gave up. Well mostly. I looked at my beautiful blue house with green trimming and door thinking about how empty it felt now that I was invisible to everyone inside. As I entered the front door I could hear my twin brother Styles and my father arguing. There was a time when it was Styles and I arguing all the time. We would argue over everything and anything. Not anymore. I walked into the kitchen where they were; one on either side of the counter that separated the kitchen from the dining-room. The dining table was huge with six chairs; the set was made of red oak. It seemed bigger now that I no longer sat there, I didn’t see the point.

They were arguing about Styles’ grades again. You need to pick it up Styles or you’re not going to graduate. Is that what you want? To be stuck having mediocre jobs for the rest of your life? My father looked disappointed and ran his hand through his dark brown hair that was now graying at the sides above his ears, almost matching his dark gray eyes.

Styles looked at our father with a sad look on his face; his night blue eyes glistening in the light and his blonde hair with natural black streaks falling into his eyes. Who cares anymore? It doesn’t matter. he said and started to turn away when my father exploded. You can’t keep going on like this, what’s done is done. There is nothing you can change about what happened. Move on boy. You can’t feel responsible forever! Styles looked like he wanted to say something but all he did was walk away.

I looked at my dad and said, I wish I knew what you two were talking about, but then again no one talks to me anymore. Like always he didn’t look at me or say anything. He just went to the fridge opened it, stood there for a minute or so then closed it and walked out of the house. I went upstairs to my bedroom; on my way there I passed my brothers room and heard him crying. He was always crying these days. I didn’t understand why. I couldn’t put any of it together. Why everyone was acting so weird and how I became invisible. I was so lonely and getting tired of talking to myself.

I use to have lots of friends and my family was proud of me. I was involved in lots of things; I ran many charities, dances and more. Not now though. Now I’m a no-body. I don’t really remember when it happened. All I know is that I woke up one morning and no one was paying any attention to me. No one answered me when I spoke and no one spoke to me. I’m alone in this world now.

Did I do too much? Did they get annoyed with how hard I was always working? Why did they all just stop looking at me and talking to me? I want answers, but how? I pondered over all this and more while in my bedroom, which was a mess. I had clothes all over the place and my bed was never made anymore, it was under the window. I gave up on keeping things in order. No one seemed to notice anymore anyways. My drawers of my dresser were always open with cloths spilling out. My closet doors were open with cloths on the floor making it impossible to close them. Now that I thought about it though, my room was always a little messy.

I was sitting at the head of my bed looking out my window, running my fingers through my golden hair with natural black streaks, when a voice startled me from behind. There you are!

I turned around and found a young man staring at me. He had black hair that was all messy but neat at the same time, crazy green eyes, and fair skin. He was gorgeous. Who are you? I ask, blinking my night blue eyes in confusion. And what are you doing in my room? I started to get nervous. I didn’t hear anyone come in.

You’re a hard one to find, you know that? was his answer. He walked over to my desk; it was in the right corner across from my bed, looked through a few things then picked up my notebook. I ran over and took my notebook from his hand before he could open it and put myself between him and my desk.

Just what do you think you are doing? I demanded.

Trying to figure out where you went. I couldn’t find you for over a year, could have lost my job because of you. Not that it would be a bad thing. He walked away and sat on my bed and stared at me.

His eyes were so intense I got lost in them; I even forgot that he was a stranger. So where did you go? He asks, breaking my little stupor, and also making me realize that someone was talking to me. I shook myself and answered, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now if you don’t mind I would very much appreciate it if you left now. I don’t know who you are or-

Oh, I am so sorry. He stands up and holds out his hand. I’m Shadow. I’m here to take you over. I stared at his hand until what he said clicked in. Take me over where? I slowly looked up at his face. His smile was gone; it was replaced with a confused, frustrated look.

What? I ask. Why was he looking at me like that? Nothing. He says shaking his head. Look we need to go so I don’t get in trouble.

Why would you get in trouble?

For not doing my job; it’s sort of important and I can’t mess it up. You’re the only soul that’s gotten away from me. He explains. Soul? What the hell was he talking about? What’s your job exactly? I ask.

I’m the Collector, thee Collector. Ya, I know the name sucks but I didn’t pick it. You can blame that on the big man himself. I swallowed hard.

I was starting to put things together. I didn’t hear him come in because he didn’t come through the door. He just appeared in my room by will. Everyone wasn’t paying attention to me; except for him because… . I was… . DEAD. I couldn’t breathe, the room started to spin and get fuzzy. Dead? How could this be? That was my last thought as everything went black.

| DEAD |

When I awoke all I saw was these two really big crazy green eyes, nothing else. I was just about to let out a startled scream when a hand was put over my mouth. Please don’t scream. No one will hear you anyways so there’s no point. Well that confirmed it. The crazy green eyes started to get smaller till there was a young man staring at me with a worried look on his face. He looked younger. Was that possible? He stood and went towards my bed. He didn’t sit though, he turned around and stood there staring at me.

Why are you staring at me like that? Shadow blinked a few times then started to laugh. I sat up and was about to say something when he stopped laughing long enough to say, You just realize you’re dead and the first thing you ask is ‘why are you staring at me like that?` then he went right back to laughing.

I stood up and put my hands on my hips. I don’t see what’s so funny about any of this. He stopped laughing and looked straight into my eyes.

No it’s not, sorry. It’s just that you’re handling it in different ways. First you hyper ventilate and faint; which shouldn’t be possible for you; then when you wake up you’re concerned about my staring. It’s weird. He looks me over again. You don’t seem to be following the rules. You’re not like the others. You’re solid and you still need air, and you should be in Between not here. Hmm? He said and started to rub his little black goatee that showed up out of nowhere. Plus you look oddly familiar. He whispers giving me a sideways glance. I tilted my head a little to the side as I thought; I like him better with a goatee, not really registering the last thing he said.

He started to pace after a while of rubbing that sexy goatee of his. Okay, so, there are some things about you that go against taking you over to him; so I can’t do that. He stops, looks at me and smiles. I know just where to take you. As he reached for my arm I pulled away and sat on my bed and gave him a stern look.

Okay, first thing first. I started to tack the things off with my fingers. How did I die? I don’t remember dying and I most certainly think I would; and what do you mean by me not being in between? Plus I remember you saying you couldn’t find me for over a year, so where was I? You don’t seem to know and neither do I. I didn’t even know I was gone that long. I threw open my arms. Hell, I didn’t even know I was dead!

He stood there with that same confused and frustrated look he had on his face before I passed out. He slowly walked over to my bed. I didn’t know what he was going to do but I knew what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to take those strong looking hands of his and put them on either side of my face and kiss me. I wanted him to kiss the crap out of me. I didn’t know why that feeling took me over or why I wanted it and it scared me.

When he reached my bed he sat down at the end and sighed deep and heavy. You’re right; those are some very important questions. So is this one; who are you?

What you don’t get the person’s name that you collect? I ask. It seemed a little odd.

No, I’m not. I’m only told when to go to Between to collect someone. He looks at me with this strange unreadable look on his face. But when I went to go get you; you weren’t there. I just stared at him blankly.

He stood up again shaking his head and started to pace. As I watched him I realized that he looked dangerous. More than that; it seemed to me that he had incredible power locked away inside him that he was not able to reach. I didn’t understand how I saw it or how I knew it was there, but I did.

I knew that he could be a creature of great power; someone that you could follow and rely on. He was someone of incredible power that could destroy or create. He was something of an importance to the world. How was it that I knew all this? I needed to know; and in order for me to find out I had to cooperate with him. My name is Star Light. Star being my first name and Light being my last. I told him. As soon as he heard my name he froze. He slowly turned around to look back at me. His eyes were more than crazy now, they were mad. His face was between happy and completely pissed. He looked absolutely insane.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to move or say anything. I didn’t understand his reaction to my name, but something in my gut told me that he heard my name before. I took a deep breath and asked, I’m guessing that name means something to you. So, tell me; why does my name deserve such a reaction like yours? Instantly his face went back to serene, but his eyes took longer to go back to looking only a little crazy.

I’m sorry Star. I didn’t mean to frighten you.

You didn’t frighten me. I tell him.

Your eyes say different, love. He said, and then cracked a small little grin that made him look a little bit crazier, and his eyes lit up to the point of a light glow.

So… . why did you react like that to my name? I ask again. Of course I wanted to know why; I mean it must mean something big. I must be something of an importance in the world for some reason. With a reaction like that, any one would think that. Besides, something inside me told me it was true. All I wanted to know was why people were ignoring me. Know that I know I seem to have more questions than ever. Shadows smile disappeared and he went back to only his eyes looking crazy.

I think it’s time to go, love. Your questions will be answered soon enough. I promise. Then he turned and started out of my room. I got up and followed him out. As we were going past the living room, which was across from the kitchen and dining-room, I had to stop. I could hear my parents talking and my brother crying.

I entered the living room and saw my family. My mother and my father were on the couch talking to my brother who was standing in front of them. Of course Styles and I didn’t look like our father but we also didn’t look like our mother either. She had light brown hair with emerald green eyes. We always suspected that they had done an artificial insemination with different sperm. Some of my features matched our mothers but that was it. We had nothing from our father.

I didn’t know what they were talking about till my brother spoke up. He looked up sharply and yelled right in my mother’s face. You can’t do that! That’s Stars room, you can’t change it! How dare you try to erase her from our lives? My life. It’s not fair, it’s not! then he stormed out and ran upstairs to his room.

His door slammed behind him like he loved to do whenever we use to fight. I always told him that when he did that he seemed more like a five year old then a seventeen year old. Though I guess he was eighteen now if I was gone as long as Shadow said I was.

Why would he care if my room was changed or not? We fought so much. Why? I whispered without knowing. Shadow came up behind me, he was about to put his hand on my shoulder but decided against it. Well you are dead, love. It makes sense.

I looked at him, No not that. Styles never cared about my room, much less me. We always fought, so why would he care if my room was changed? I looked back into the living room and walked in a little more to hear my parents talk.

Maybe we should leave it Ben. my mother said to my father.

It’s been a year and a half Eva. It’s time to move on, but that doesn’t mean we have to forget. my father replied.

Did you not see the blow up we just got from our son. There is no way he would let that room be changed. He worshiped Star like there was no tomorrow, Ben. Do you not remember that? And now he feels so guilty over her death.

I know, but we can’t just leave her room like that forever. It’s too painful to look at. I can’t do it anymore Eva. He’s not the only one that feels guilty. She was my little girl and I wasn’t there for her, and now she’s gone.

Not once did I ever see my father cry, but on that last word his voice cracked and tears started to build up then fall. I couldn’t believe they felt guilty for my death. I’m sure however it happened there was nothing they could do. My mother was trying to comfort him when my brother re-entered to the living-room. Mom? Dad?

Yes Styles? What is it? my mother asked.

If you’re going to change Stars room, then at least give it to me. Then you can use my room for your studio. my brother paused and took a deep breath, fidgeted a little, then said, I know she might not want me to have it. She was always telling me to stay out of there, but she was my sister, my twin sister, and I loved her. I miss her so much and I can’t stand that she’s gone. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually miss our fights. I miss it when she would come home and start on me right away about everything and anything. he stopped to let out a little sob; Please let me move into her room. It will make me feel closer to her. a short pause before he whispered, Maybe then I won’t feel as guilty.

I was crying by now. To hear my brother say those things, those lovely heart breaking things was amazing. I couldn’t believe that all this time my brother truly loved me; even when I was treating him like dirt. Oh, mom let him have my room. He deserves it after all the years I was horrible to him.

Shadow came to stand in front of me. "You may have a solid body instead of being just a spirit but they still can’t