Chapter Nine: Your personal Dancer

"The horde, what Horde?" I blinked, frowning as he yanked me closer, my bare breast flush against his chest, the air around us vibrating. ' Yet might wanna hang on tighter than that," he looked at me with an amused expression, chuckling as I reluctantly wrapped my arms around him.

The air pressurized, and a painful pop went off in my ears. Everything was distorted, both light and dark, covered in gold and darkness. He started screaming, bellowing at the top of his lungs as we traveled through, my whimpering turning into frightened screams.

I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was drowning. I was afraid that I would get lost, so I wrapped my legs and arms tightly around him, another pop going off in my ears. I could feel a breeze afterward, distorted voices until everything around us cleared up.

I saw Bar brawler, again in a different period, and there I was right by his side, both of us naked and all. I could see that we were much younger, possibly just hitting puberty or already had.

He was chasing me around, his face bright with a smile I couldn't say I've seen lately; his eyes glittered like the sun on top of the water and shined brighter when he caught me.

"Caught ya again; I told ya what would 'appen if I did." I watched the expression change on his younger face, the lust evident in his eyes. My eyes flickered to me, again seeing that the eyes I had in the past were glowing red like lava and silver like the moon. I was staring at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He had me in a meadow of flowers that I've never seen in my part of the world. I couldn't believe what I saw at first, the memory wasn't coming from me, but from Bar-brawler.

The horde he had taken me was within his mind, along with the precious memories he ever had with me. These were lifetimes I had yet to remember; they were so pure that I couldn't fight the tears that ran down my cheeks.

" A couple years ago, before that happened, I found ya wanderin' the wood alone. We were children then, growin' up in a world filled with gods, fairies, goblins, and what not..." He looked to me and smiled. " Even as a young lad, I knew I'd bound myself to ya." He lifted his hand and gently waved his hand in front of his face, the scene shifting through many different times, moments that we had spent together.

Scene after scene, memory after memory, he showed me just how many times I've died and how many times he found me, getting me to remember again.

His pained screams and maddening thoughts felt like torcher, he was in pain when I wasn't around. It made me understand why he meant about me being his moon. He then grabbed my hand, and in the next moment, we were back in my room, the storm still raging on.

Gasping, I stared at him, dumbfounded and conflicted, slowly starting to understand, to believe what he showed me. And almost as if someone ripped the blinders off my eyes, there sitting in front of me covered In an aura

The wild man I had seen in a dream before was sitting right in front of me, no vail to keep me from his sight. "Oh, Lugh..." I sniffed, reaching out to touch him. " you're glowing...." I blinked, watching his eyes blazed like the sun. He then picked me up and walked into my bathroom, and stood me in front of my mirror pointing.

"Ya glowing as well." I was appalled, which then turned to confusion in a millisecond. The eyes that stared at me were what I had seen in his memory, the dress I wore was also there, but it flowed endlessly around me in a strange ethereal way. My hair was still just as red, but it too seemed to shimmer as if there was an inner light. I had a crown on my head that looked like a glowing silver disc and an extra pair of arms russet in color, decorated in Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Another crown was on my head and seemed to go beautifully with the golden crown already there; wildflowers of all kinds were decorated into my hair braided with vines.

I had peculiar symbols in the middle of my chest; it was what looked to be a curvy woman with her arms over her head in the form of a circle. There was another attached to it, which made it look like she had extra arms, but I knew that it stood for something else entirely.

"What does that symbol mean?" I watched as his eyes rested on it, his face draining of color.

"Yer born of two unlikely pairs from two different parts of the world.." He examined the symbol for a moment longer, looking at me within the mirror. "Yet gods born and the strongest one I've seen in a long time. " his face hardened, and he growled suddenly, his eyes flaring up in the mirror.

I was not too fond of that reaction, it meant that we were going to have to speak to someone none of us liked. " The only one even old enough to know is Wednesday... Possibly even Bilquis."

I frowned at the mention of silver tongue, my lip lifting over my teeth. "Are you certain?" I turned to look at him, his ethereal aura glow vanishing. "Aye, more than I would like to admit."