Darkmist

Part 9

They reappear in her bedroom, walls solidifying around them in a turret of grey.

Y/N exhales, sagging forward as his hands keep her steady. She looks up at Yoongi, weary from blood loss. His gaze darts to her shoulder and swiftly, he frowns.

"I-it's nothing," she breathes. "Really, I –"

Yoongi closes one hand over her arm, frowning in concentration. Y/N stares at him in wonder when warmth seeps into her skin. Beneath his palm, her muscles knit together, blood flowing again as her skin heals smoothly over.

Once finished, Yoongi exhales and takes a step backwards. He seems paler, slightly drained and yet, satisfied. His hand gently falls to his side.

Y/N stares at him, speechless. "I – how?" she blurts, gaze darting to his hand. "How did you do that? I mean, how did you find me tonight?"

The side of his mouth quirks. "Is that all you want to ask?"

"No." Y/N shakes her head, still somewhat dazed. "I have so many questions, I don't know where to start."

"Then I'll start at the beginning. I found you by luck. I tried many places before that one."

"And you're... a light-bearer." Y/N frowns, glancing down at her arm. She can still feel where the brunt of Alvah's knife went in, where her skin broke apart. "Or a life-giver? What are you?"

Yoongi gives her a sad smile. "I was," he corrects. "I was a light-bearer."

"Then how did you heal?" Y/N's head spins. "The last time I saw someone heal was, well... It has been awhile since I knew a life-giver."

"The Cŵn Annwn are unique," Yoongi says quietly. "We each retain the powers we die with, but... for each magical soul we transport, we glean their powers as well."

It dawns on her then, what exactly Yoongi offered Hoseok. A win on the next hunt. He must have meant this. It is the job of the Cŵn Annwn to return magical souls to Annwn. Based on their conversation, it sounded as though Arawn often pits them against each other.

Which makes sense. The incentive is that whomever returns with the soul keeps the power.

Y/N's skin begins to crawl. "So, what you're saying is..."

"I have many powers, Y/N."

"I see." She looks at him for a moment, seeing him in a new light. "And what of the other thing you said? About my soul being pure?"

Yoongi's lips tighten. "Nothing."

"Yoongi."

"You shouldn't know," he exhales, shaking his head. "I shouldn't place that burden on you."

"Yoongi."

Swiftly, he turns and walks the length of her bedroom. Y/N's bed is pushed into a corner, the sheets still mussed from when she was roused from it earlier. Roused is a kind word. Looking at the mattress, Y/N shudders when she remembers Alvah's hands on her body.

Yoongi comes to a stop at the window. "Have you ever wondered how one becomes Cŵn Annwn?"

"Often," she says honestly.

For a moment, he simply stares at the town. The moon cuts through the plane, illuminating his face. "You kill someone with magic," Yoongi admits at last. "And then you die. Instead of going to the Otherworld, you enter Arawn's possession. It is why Arawn plays these games, you see. When he sees a magical human he wants, occasionally he sets them up to enter his service... later."