His days with his siblings he knew would eventually come to a close. He was tired of hearing of the constant want for a crown, the stories of bloodshed and war before the snake woman dethroned his mother. Revenge, anger, it was all a web and wrapped up his siblings in it. Though, he did not want to be stuck in that like his brothers and sisters, like his mother and her two followers. He wanted more, he wanted happiness and to know of his father. Every night he would stay on the shores, watching the sky as a child. That's where he knew his father was, in the stars.
As he sat and stayed by the water every night, he'd drift off to sleep. The very thought of his father being with him made him sleep better. When he awoke, it would always be the same thing - Talking of this Hecate woman, her family dying, war, Rambaldi wanting a crown, Zoya wanting to overthrow Nightingale for Mother. He was tired of the drama, the complaining. His days were spent toward the sea, waiting for nightfall. He didn't care for the stories anymore. He just wanted to see his father. That was his peace.
As the sun finally set, and the stars came out, he felt happy. The darker it got, the more he felt alive. His own star flecked eyes looked at all of the pictures in the sky lined in stars. His black form rose only when he knew his family and mothers followers were asleep. It was senseless to stay on this damned beach anyways. But he had no other place to go, his mother was outlawed in almost every pack surely by now. His eyes set on the sky still, a shooting star flying through the sky past the constellation that matched his own. That's when he noticed it - A strand connected to his chest that glowed bright pink. He knew what this was, excitement trailed on his face. Was this a gift from his father? He happily bounded outward from the sand, feeling solid earth beneath him for the first time in his life that wasn't a beach cave or rock. He cut through a river, a field, and passed a place that stunk of blood before he came to a forest. The teen star boy was in awe by the fireflies, drawn in. They looked like stars that he could touch. He frolicked through the forest, happily jumping and running as more and more fireflies appeared. He finally stopped, out of breath but with a smile on his face as he watched all the flickering lights.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"These patterns we decipher, set a drift and set out so far."
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