Brought to his knees before the kingdom after ten years of hiding, Kyros believed that he would be sentenced to death for the murder of his pack. His sentence would mean the end of it all - his torment, his abuse, his turmoil.
But his destiny change...
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The moon twinkled like one giant star in the sky. Even though it was reduced to a crescent, it still shone brightly that night and set the land aflame with an ethereal, whimsical glow. The night was painted silver, and the land was bathed in glittery light.
It was a beautiful, clear night. Peaceful and calm, it was the epitome of serenity. It was as if the goddess of the moon stepped down to earth to dance in the moon's light. Her hair glowing white, her body drenched in silky robes that bore the rich color of the moon on fire with its wispy gleam.
Asheria sighed in contentment as she looked out the window of her bedroom that one cool night. She was relaxing with Kyros sitting next to her. They sat on a longer piece of furniture, Kyros had recalled Asheria saying it was a lounge, which was some type of rich people's furniture, or, what he had thought it was, anyway. It had soft, squishy pillows situated on it made of white rabbit's fur, and he found it to be quite comfortable.
Asheria was pressed up against his side, and he found he enjoyed her presence more and more. They had been enjoying the scene in silence as they studied the stars and the universe that hung above them. Kyros wondered what the twinkling jewels in the skies were.
He had a fond memory from long ago of his mother telling him that the sky was ruptured. It was littered with thousands of little holes, but these holes could only be visible at night because the light of heaven was shining through. She would tell him that when someone died and they went to heaven, they would drill their own hole in the sky, marking their place, and that was why there were stars.
All the stars in the sky belonged to someone who was once living. Each star was someone who once was, but is no more.
I wonder where my mother placed her star? He thought. He liked to imagine that his mother's star was the biggest, brightest one in the sky. That one gave him the most hope out of all the twinkling wonders placed thousands of miles above him.
"Won't the sky eventually collapse when people add more holes to it?" Kyros had asked his mother when he was five.
His mother giggled, running a hand through his hair. "No, because those on the other side love heaven so much, that they'd never let their fortress fall. Rather, they use the light to give those they left behind hope and guidance."
Kyros let out a sigh. He missed his life long ago. He missed his mother. She was such a sweet, nurturing soul, and he wondered if she still loved him.
"What was your life like? Before I was found?" Kyros asked Asheria out of nowhere. Asheria had gotten to know the darkest parts of Kyros, and Kyros thought it was unfair that she had yet to unveil herself as well.
Asheria wiggled uncomfortably in her seat. She knew her time was coming, and she knew she had to talk about it, but that didn't mean she wanted to. Kyros watched her squirm, and her foot started tapping.
