There were always voices in the stars. My dad never believes me, because when I try to show him they stop singing. When I'm alone, on my balcony watching the sunset over the west coast shore, I draw what the voices look like. Or what I think they look like anyway, I've never actually seen them. But it's different when the moon is full, the crisp fog of twilight lining every detail. I can see the stars, constellations my dad told me. I was always fascinated by them. I would see the same ones on the same nights, libra and hydra on Mondays, formax and Aquila on Fridays. My dad said that my mom named me after that one, Aquila. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice, the voice. The same voice I hear every night. The same voice that sings the same song, the same voice that comforts me as i fall asleep...
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Nightshade's Secret
Fiksi PenggemarEvery one knows Zoë Nightshade, one of the many tales the campers tell. She was a true maiden and served Artemis for over two thousand years, as everybody knows, and she now lives forever in the sky, drawing our constellations and writing our horosc...
