Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
     Sejong turned, and a figure covered in a dark brown cloak appeared out of thin air. The hood over their bent head. Bright, almost shining, gold ancient lettering all around the edges. 
                          
"Your Queen. The woman who refuses to bow to any man. I found her living her life as a common person." The figure in the cloak snorted angrily at that.
                          
"You'll have to excuse her." Sejong smirked. "I seem to have made her angry. It's not the first time, and won't be the last.  I took her, created this body you see, and placed her soul and consciousness into it before bringing her to you. Your Muse, Your Queen. " the Warriors heads all turned to him.
                          
"Muse?" Questioned Namjoon.
                          
"Yes, Muse. You will find, when she is properly cared for, you will be filled with endless  inspiration. You will flourish."
                          
He sighed, looking at her lovingly "I have missed her fire and spirit. Come now. It is time for you to rejoin your Warriors."  
                          
Moving in front of her Sejong lowered her hood, revealing The Queen to the room and to her men for the first time in two hundred years. 
                          
There are loud gasps and murmurs all around, with the 7 Warriors speechless, all complete transfixed with the woman in front of them.
                          
"Come now." Sejong said. "Greet your Soul Mates. They've waited 200 years for you." 
                          
The woman stared furiously at the ground in front of her, refusing to look anywhere else. Hurt. Overwhelmed. Angry with everything that had happened to her, to her life, over the last few hours. At least, she thought it was hours. She really couldn't be sure anymore. 
                          
     Sejong had found her, taken her from her family, whipped her body until her soul shook loose, and stuffed her into the body she has now. Then, she was forced to watch as he placed another soul into her old body, gave them her memories, and sent it back down to live HER life. 
                          
      Everything felt so foreign. Her skin. The people. The language. She had no idea how she understood what Sejong was saying. It wasn't English. She knew that much. She was not feeling particularly cooperative.
                          
      But, Sejong's patience was wearing thin with her. Grabbing the edges of the cloak, he tore it off of her. Leaving the Muse standing in what can only be described as a sort of bikini that matched the cloak, dark brown with ancient gold lettering that almost glowed. She gasped. Embarrassed and even more angry, her head snapping up to stare hatefully at him. Fully aware now that the large room was full of strange people who were enjoying the show. She was shaking. From cold, or rage, she couldn't be sure.  
                          
      Sejong smirked at her, turning to the Warriors he said "Do you like what I created for you? Beautiful, isn't she?". 
                          
They nodded mutely. Caught somewhere between wanting to protect and cover her, and fear of what this God would do if they tried.
                          
Grabbing her hand, Sejong pulled her, forcefully, toward the Warriors. 
                          
"The eyes are the window to the soul, little Muse. Look into the eyes of these men, and you will see the souls you were fated to spend eternity with." 
                          
She didn't want to look at anyone. She wanted to get some clothes and forget about all of this. But as he pushed her toward the first man, her head snapped forward. He was tall, and handsome. Deep dimples and hair dyed white blonde. Looking into his eyes, she was immediately lost. It was akin to seeing your life flash before your eyes, but with what seemed to be endless lives flashing by at once. The word "Poet" whispered from her lips, as the man quietly said "My Queen"
                          
"What was that?" Prompted Sejong.
                          
"Poet" she said a little louder, still staring into the man's eyes. 
                          
"That's right!" Sejong chuckled. "Throughout time, you have all had certain traits that stayed with you. Poet has always had a way with words. Whether it was drafting a love letter, or a battle plan against neighboring clans, he has always excelled."
                          
Poet's eyes were wide. Clearly taken aback at this.
                          
"Let's see who's next" Sejong pulled her to the next man in line. 
                          
This man had kind eyes. He tried to smile reassuringly at her, it wasn't the biggest smile, but the heart shape those lips made still calmed her. 
                          
Looking deep into his eyes, the word "Watcher" came to mind. 
                          
"Yes!" Sejong clapped "Watcher always see's what's going on with people and his surroundings. He was always the first to see danger coming." 
                          
The kind eyed man with the heart shaped smile smiled a little wider then. It almost felt like pure sunshine having that smile directed at her. 
                          
The next man in line had wide shoulders and thick lips. His eyes seemed to smile as she looked into them. She actually smiled a little this time. "Misdirection". 
                          
"Ohohoho!" This seemed to entertain Sejong greatly. "Misdirection! A genius with people! The manipulation of enemies. The Clan Leaders he would send on wild goose chases while the rest of you would slide in and take over!" He clapped again. "Glorious!"
                          
Misdirection's ears burned a bright red color, and he looked a little bashful at Sejong's outburst.
                          
The next man was a little shorter than the others, but he was so... pretty. She'd never seen hair that particular shade of pink. He looked a little nervous as she was thrust in front of him.
                          
Looking into his half moon shaped eyes, she saw... "Mischief". 
                          
Sejong was chuckling again. He looked at the pretty man with pillowy lips and said "The trouble you two caused! The wars you two started. Always there to help his Queen with whatever mischievous plan she could come up with" shaking his finger in the man's direction with a false admonition. 
                          
Tales of great things popped in her head when she looked into the big eyes of the taller man next to Mischief. "Adventure". He smiled a large boxy smile, looking beautiful and boyish all at once. 
                          
"Adventure!" Said Sejong. "Always up for anything. Willing to try whatever new thing you put in front of him. Bit him in the ass a lot, but he always had fun, and brought you great joy."
                          
Her head was spinning with all of this. As if she wasn't overwhelmed in the first place! As she started to think again, Sejong pulled her to the next Warrior in line. He was also shorter than most, but his eyes drew her in right away.  They were mesmerizing. "Ferocious". She was almost uncertain. This man? Ferocious? 
                          
"Ah. Yes." Nodded the God. "Always the most fierce at everything. Most ferocious protector of you, as well. He puts his all into everything he does".
                          
The only reaction the man with the mesmerizing eyes gave was a slight nod of the head as he stared back at her. Almost making her feel naked. "Well, you ARE almost naked" her brain chimed in.
                          
Sejong pulled her to the final Warrior. He looked very nervous and uncomfortable. Averting his eyes anywhere but at her. 
                          
Wanting to comfort him, she reached out and touched his arm softly. He startled, finally making eye contact. Her breath caught in her throat. Tears burning her eyes. Emotion choking her. 
                          
Sejong leaned in, "That means this must be.."
                          
"Passion" she breathed.
                          
"Passion." said the God. "Throughout all of your lifetimes over thousands of years, you have always taken turns falling in love with and marrying the Warriors. Sometimes one on one. Oftentimes having several of them as your husbands. But, in every single lifetime, Passion has always been your husband. Always loved you to distraction. Although all of your Warriors have been hurt by your absence, Passion has, perhaps, been hurt the most."
                          
The tears that had been threatening her finally fell at that. She wanted to apologize, though she didn't remember any of it. Those big eyes carried so much emotion. She was drowning in them.