Serrated Love's Deceit

Chapter 8: Connection

From the inside of a small tree's trunk, I see the electrical wire shapes of others around me and their electromagnetic fields. My pale blue husband waters my roots and blows on my leaves with his warm breath. It's very comforting. "I'm happy you like it. This is a lesson for me and you." He says.

"What's the lesson?"

"We'll find the answer to that question soon."

"Wait... That was a personal thought that I didn't intend on you hearing."

"I can hear all of your internal thoughts because we've shared blood. It's because your electric wavelengths always synchronize with mine and vice versa."

"Wow!"

Days and nights dance shadows around me. He comes and goes with every sunrise and sunset. "Where do you go every sunset?" I ask.

"Hunting." He says with his dark grey hair messily hanging around his face with their tips barely touching his earlobe.

"Hunting for what?"

"Vengeance. An army to bring back what I have lost."

"What have you lost?"

"Most of my clan. I used to think it was all of them but I found some at far off gateways from the galaxy star system we are from. Still...the problem of finding proper mates remain."

"So, you're finding wives for them because you already have a wife." He laughs.

"You've grown fond of me already?" He digs a hand through his hair and smirks.

"No, it's just...who'll water my roots when you're not here."

"It's time to move your soul to a bigger tree anyway. This time I'll appoint some guys that work for me to tend to your watering schedule." He shrugs. I gasp.

"What will you be doing with all that free time?" He shrugs then smirks and enfolds his hands atop his head.

"I think I might look for some ladies that are actually attracted to me in some sister galaxies."

"What about our deal?" I sigh.

"Nothing changes about our deal. I'm just hedging my bets. Don't you like the idea of sister-wives?" He laughs.

"Uh no. I don't want sister-wives." His hand turns translucent and he pulls my green phantom form out of the freshly mature lemon tree.

"What if you helped me choose your sister wife? Would that make a difference?" He lifts a brow.

I lightly hold his firm, lean muscular upper arms and look him in the face. "I don't want or need a sister-wife. If you get any, I will get you a brother husband." I say and smirk at him. "I've never heard of that before." He chuckles but I am serious about my statement. He teleports us to a Chasteberry tree farm on Earth. He points to a three foot tall tree. "That's the tree you're going into next. It's a young adult tree." He says. We walk up to the tree and he places me in its tree trunk.

He introduces the farmers to me and tell them to water me consistently. Days and nights pass around me with the farmers sticking to the watering schedule. I grow taller and more greenery adorns me. The children on the farm ask their parents to put a swing on one of my branches. Giggles and jolly faces melt the days by and I grow even taller. I am happy to see others getting a better childhood than I had. It's a very encouraging sight.

One night, a smokey sky and distant screams fill the air. What's going on? The farmers and their children run to me and take shelter under my branches. Whispers like someone speaking in tongues whistle by us. The father farmer says ": Those darn witches."

White sleeping gowns with pale bare feet and hover over the ground around us. Long hair of varying shades hang over their faces like a veil. The adult farmers hold their heads and their children hold their chests. They convulse and fall to the ground beside me. One of the pale dress witches breaks the circle and hovers closer to me. Her face still hidden by her hair, she points a pale thin finger at me. The nail on the finger is uneven and dirty. "No matter where your husband goes we will haunt him and his team until our mother is set free." She says with a raspy voice.

Who is their mother? The sun rises. The bodies decay and attract flies as well as other decomposers. Where is my husband? I count five sunrises before he shows his face before me again. His hair more silver than grey, now. Dry blood decorates his clothes in varying shades. "Where were you?" I ask he grabs my hand and yanks my phantom form out of the tree. My hands shake and my knees buckle to the dirt beneath me. This is a lot. This is just a lot right now.

My vision blurs and tears drip to the soil beneath me. "This isn't my fault. My enemies from long ago sent witches to hunt me down." He says.

"So let me get this straight... You knew you were being hunted by witches since you met me but only now after they introduced themselves to me, you tell me this pertinent information. Am I understanding correctly?"

"Ash, I-"

"I never told you my name. How do you know my current name from my soul's archive memories? Who are you? What's your name?" I say between sobs.

"My name is Aldebaran. I'm a Sun."

"You're a Sun from another galaxy... Now, I am married to Aldebaran a Sun from a distant galaxy who is writing himself into my Akashic records. Will I remember my memories before you?" He shakes his head.

"You stole a piece of my heart and promised me forever in exchange for it. Don't forget that." I stumble to my feet and grab his dirty cloak.

"I know what I promised but I didn't sign up for a war with witches. In my current lifetime, a witch hexed my father just before his accident."

"I didn't know. Don't pull away from me, Ash. I can't take it. Not right now." He wraps his arms around me and holds me in a firm hug. "Where did all this blood on you come from?" I ask.

"I have to show you something else. I am not going to make excuses for what I have done. I would like you to keep an open mind." I wipe the tear streaks from under my eyes.