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.
“Holy shit, she’s real?” his face went slack as he stared at this bright girl who seemed to glow like the stars above.
“Yes that she is.” She nodded “so you must be special, though I’ve heard about anyone like you in the legend.”
Asher’s eyelids seem to grow heavy as he slid back on to the bed suddenly. Heathen settled down next to him.
California amazed Heathen it gave off an almost whimsical aura, like anything could happen. It was like Asher’s studio apartment was the epicenter of some new world. Heathen slept amongst his band mates and an assortment of groupies. They all seemed so motivated at spreading peace, love, and harmony. Everyone Asher called “brother” or “sister” seemed to have all been visited by fey.
Each night before settling in for sleep Heathen would tell him of her life, the deep love she shared with July, she spoke of the wizard Gabriel whose magick sent her to Asher. Time seemed to pass slowly for Asher and his band. No one seemed to care either it was toward the end of august Asher’s band The Magicians started to record their break though album.
