It was summer 1973 it was a particularly warm summer in California, and something was in the air. A new music was building the children of this age were wild with ideas in politics and art.
Heathen stood backstage she swayed in rhythm to the music. It hadn’t been difficult for her to get where she stood, not with her lithe glitter covered body. Asher Moon stood ten feet away from her playing the last song of the evening. Slowly Heathen unwrapped a cherry sucker putting it in her mouth. Heathen just gave Asher her secret sexy smile. Asher could tell he was in love, he didn’t know her name but he was in love and he knew it.
Something about her called to Asher as he wrangled his way through the crowd to get to her. He was ignoring all of the other girls who were throwing their near naked bodies at him. Heathen felt as though there were a thousand fireflies in her stomach all combining their light to work as a beacon of love-light as she watched Asher come closer. A smile the size of Texas came across his face as he walked up to her. As he drew closer he could smell her sweet autumn flowered scent, it absolutely overtook him.
“Hello, I’m Asher Moon.” He grasped her hand it felt small and delicate in his grip.
“I know.” Heathen smiled. The smile went smaller on his face. “And just who are you baby girl?”
Her royal blue eyes glowed with mischief “Heathen.” Asher laid his hand on her pink haired head. “A pleasure Miss Heathen.”
Heathen stayed with Asher that night, lying close to him. She dreamt while she slept she dreamt of the glen and when she did Heathen saw Asher there. He was dancing with her and there dancing with them were July and Gabriel. She awoke with a start Asher woke with her holding her tightly as she wept telling him the story of the wizard and her beloved July and the time the three of them spent together.
“Where are they now?” he asked calmly not even thinking about the ridiculous amounts of time. Tears were shiny in her eyes as she sobbed “I don’t know, I must find them they were taken into the place of the dead.” Asher now felt a dread creep down his spine his mouth went dry as he formed the question that burned in his mind. “what are you?”
Heathen simply turned and looked at him, tenderly she stroked the side of his face.
“I’m a faerie.” She whispered. Asher smiled remembering when he was a little boy his childhood imaginary friend had been Astrid, the faerie who acted like his mother. She taught him many things including how to take care of himself. Heathen giggled lightly.
“So you know Astrid.” Heathen had a large beaming smile.
