"What?" Lucas and I both chorus.

The hag, yes that's what I'm going to call her, stops in her tracks and rests her arms by her sides. She gives us both a confused look. "Don't tell me you didn't know Lucidus."

He just sits there, obviously not very comfortably as he's tied up, gaping. His face contours and he looks angry, very angry, in fact extremely pissed is probably a better way to describe it. "How the fuck was I supposed to know?! Surely you're joking, it would fit your twisted sense of humour. Kill the girl you claim to be your son's dimidum right in front of him when he's powerless to prevent you. He then becomes broken and later finds out she was never his dimidum in the first place, making him all the more full of rage."

The horrid hag seems a little taken aback by this. "Now now Lucidus that seems a little far fetched even for me. I would never lie to you about whom your dimidum is, sure I might kill them while I force you to watch helplessly but I would never lie about who they were."

I hold back the urge to scoff and butt in to tell them I'm still here as that might get me killed so I just remain quiet.

Lucas scoffs, I'm glad at least one of us did, "That's very reassuring to hear," his voice is laced with so much sarcasm as he plasters a very fake smile onto his face.

"Don't you dare use that tone on me young man at the end of the day I'm still your mother."

Lucas lets out a humourless chuckle, "A mother wouldn't kill their son's friends especially if they believed this particular friend was their son's dimidum. You might be my mother biologically but I'll never consider you my mother emotionally or in any other aspect for that matter." There is an edge to Lucas's words and you can hear just how sincere he is being. I can't even imagine how much hatred he has towards his parents, his words can only give me a small preview of it all.

When she doesn't respond Lucas speaks again but this time with a different tone, this one I'd say is curiosity, "How would you know if we were dimidums anyway?"

"Because I have one. I know what the connection feels and looks like, that's how I'm able to spot it between you two. Yours is only in its early stages but if it had progressed too much more the connection would have become blatantly obvious.

I believe I'm right in saying that you're already feeling drawn to each other and you have a desire to protect one another. If allowed these feeling and urges would only grow.

Why else would this girl have dropped everything to try and save you even if it meant risking her own life? She didn't care about the consequences, all she cared about in that moment was protecting you, you were the only thing that mattered to her. Why else would you have been able to recognise her in almost complete darkness by only one glance and visa versa? Why else would you have been so concerned about her coming here and been so enraged when I mentioned hurting her?

You might say it's because you're close friends but it's obvious that that's not it. There's something else driving both of you to do these things and feel this way and you know it, you can feel it deep within."

Lucas and I both stare at her for a second completely speechless.

They then begin to start arguing but I'm not really listening, my mind is a little preoccupied with what I've been told thus far.

The information I've received is too much to take in, that's why I'm not freaking out. Me apparently having any power is one thing but me supposedly being the most powerful creature in a millennia is quite another. I'm not even able to begin to fathom and understand this so how the hell am I supposed to absorb the whole Lucas and I being dimidums thing?!

Don't even get my started on the whole Stephanie, if that's who she really is, and Blaze situation or my brain just might finally explode.

It just hasn't all sinked in properly but when it does I'll probably have some sort of a meltdown, who knows maybe I'll die before I get to that stage. Morbid thinking I know but I'm just looking at all the possibilities.

"Enough!" The hag screams, breaking me from my thoughts. "This is not to be dragged out any further. Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Ah yes" she turns to face me with a sickening smile on her face "Luna dear your time has come."

Shit shit shit. What can I do? Oh please have mercy on me. Why world, I'm too young to die.

She places her hand on my restrained arm rather forcefully. I clench my jaw and when I do her grip tightens significantly, I can feel her nails digging into my flesh and I can see blood protruding from the marks. I scream in agony but the hag doesn't stop, if anything her hold strengthens.

She's doing something, I feel my insides mushing together. In particular one specific thing within me, I'm not sure what, starts moving towards my arm. As it very slowly edges closer the pain intensifies. I feel as though I'm being ripped in two, like a part of my very being is being torn away with such relentless power and force. The pain is unbearable, torture on the highest level. I scream louder than I thought my lungs would allow. I scream and scream and scream until I've no voice left. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, they're burning hot in contrast to my ice cold skin.

I blink away a few of the never ending tears and look up at the wench to see her smirking, but that look soon turns to one of concentration and anger. When this happens the pain increases once again and this time it's too much to bare.

I always thought the pain I went through when my parents tried to turn me into some of the most looked down upon creatures in our society was the most agonising experience possible but I guess I was wrong. This is worse, far worse, in fact a whole new scale of worse.

My vision starts to blur and all the noises start to fade until they're muffled. I think I can hear someone shouting my name but I'm not sure. Everything is beginning to feel distant. It's not long until my vision totally fades and I see and feel nothing.

~*~*~

I wake up to someone screaming my name with such fear and panic in their voice. My eyes flutter open and I'm met with Lucas's gorgeous green orbs. There's a strange look in his eyes that I've never seen in them before, terror perhaps. When I fully open my eyes I see the look change instantly to one of pure relief.

He smiles at me but not in his usual manner, this smile makes my heart skip a beat and I feel myself tingling slightly. I return his smile as best I can.

I'm still in so much horrendous pain. My arm feels as though it's being constantly burned in a blazing fire.

I look down at it and frown. It's all red and swollen and there's five horrid crescent scabs forming from where the hag pierced my flesh with her nails. I want to cradle my arm but it is at this point where I realise I'm still tied up. I try moving but it's no use. I think the bounds are tighter than before, if that's even possible.

I turn back to Lucas, he looks so distant, as though his mind is in another world entirely, whatever he's thinking about isn't pleasant, there's a scowl etched into his stunning features.

"Lucas," I say, finding whatever is left of my tender voice. He snaps his head to me, breaking out of his daze. "What happened? I thought I was supposed to die."

He takes in a breath. "I'm not too sure myself Luna. After you blacked out I heard her curse multiple times. She was muttering something about you being too strong. Then she just stormed away rather angrily. My best guess is that she couldn't take away your power for some reason."

I nod, sighing in relief. "Lucas can we forget about what she told us for now. We need to discuss it, but later, let's focus on getting out alive first."

"I agree, we need to get out first. I'm so sorry by the way."

"Why are you apologising? It's not your fault that for some bizarre reason they think I'm the post powerful witch to exist in a millennia."

"I know but they still are my," he gulps as though he is having trouble saying the next word "parents."

I give him a reassuring look "It's not your fault that you're related to them, you had no choice in the matter."

He gives me a weak smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Anyway back to the topic at hand, how do we break out of these ties?"

"I don't know Luna. I tried but I couldn't escape, I tried for hours on end. I think they have been spelled to never break and my p—you know what—are very very good at magic so I doubt my magic will have any effect."

"I'm sure we will think of something," I say in the most comforting voice I can muster.

~*~*~

For the next who knows how long we were trying to break free. Nothing was working. I even tried biting through it at one point, nada.

"This is hopeless," I groan in frustration.

"I know but what else can we d-" Lucas is cut off by footsteps in the distance. They're faint but they are beginning to get ever so slightly louder, meaning they're coming towards us.

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I hope you guys liked this chapter. Things are finally happening, yay.

This has been playing around in my mind for a while and it's nice to finally have it all written down.

A lot of the time when I write I don't really know what's coming next so it's good to have a game plan for a change ☺️.

In other news I saw this gif and just thought this would be Luna and Lucas on their wedding night (if that ever happened).

Anyway, until next time, byeeee.