𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ━━

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 ━━ I

THE ELDEST CONSTELLATION, Orion, sat perched in his tiny corner

in the Galaxy. He was surrounded by murmuring constellations,
wondering and worrying.

“Ry…” began Lyra, twinkling quietly, “Whatever shall we do? Our

children are in pain .”

Lyra’s poised fingers were laced together covering the bottom half
of her usually bright face. Lyra, a usually bubbly constellation, was
melancholy. Her eyes shone with the sadness of millions of star
children.

“We need to take action,”growled Ursa Major, covering his son’s

ears, “He will be back.”

Cassiopeia rested a gently hand on Ursa’s shoulder.

“We will think of something. I promise.”

 Still, Cassiopeia glanced at the pondering Orion. She would be lying
if she did not admit she was scared. The boundaries these
constellations had set eons ago were being pushed by a power-
hungry individual driven by greed.

Ophiuchus, a relatively new constellation, stepped forward

nervously.

“Orion…?” she began quietly, not daring to look up.

Orion snapped out of his stupor and lifted Ophiuchus’s chin

upwards.

“Yes, my child?”

“What if… we sent a girl?”

The constellation murmured angrily.

“A girl!?” spoke up Hercules, drawing himself up to his full height.

“sacrificing a child to end his reign?! Ridiculous.”

Orion held up a hand.

“Hercules, please,” she said gently. She then turned back to

Ophiuchus, “Elaborate.”

“Well… we have the power to gift life… so I just thought… maybe

we forge a girl from stardust and send her to earth. We grant her
power and knowledge. She will lead the army and stride powerful
into the arms of Death.”

Orion ran a tired hand over his face

“One life in exchange for thousands…” weighed Orion.

“We will reserve a spot for her, and she will join the dance when the
time comes.”

Ophiuchus spoke more and more confidently as she went on.

“…. Okay.”

The Constellations went into an uproar

“This is immoral! You’re sending a child on a suicide mission!”

“There must be another way!”