Constellation of Stars

Chapter 1

Ever woken up and had a crick in your neck? Multiply that by 10. That's how I felt when I woke up on the 3 month anniversary of the Explosion of Stars (which is what we call the day hundreds of our fellow chosen were killed in their sleep). I had trained and trained the day before, shooting arrows nonstop, hitting every target that was thrown at me. I was used to soreness, I had been living with the consequences of hard work for 16 long years and it wasn't time to start complaining now.

I got up, my stiff legs sending pains up into my back, and threw off my bland white sheets. I rolled over and stood up, my bare feet hitting the cold marble floor, just like it did every morning. My small room looked as it always did, pale green walls, black marble floors, a small closet with no door on the left side, my 4ft by 7ft long cot pushed to the back of the room, and a top to bottom mirror directly across from me.

I scowled when I saw my blonde hair looking like an even worse rats nest than it had the night before. So much for sleeping softly. I grabbed my hair brush off the end of my bed and began to tug it through my hair, till finally it lay down straight, halfway down my back. I would likely get teased at breakfast, but it was getting in my face and needed to be fixed.

I threw down the hair brush back on my bed and went to my closet to get dressed. I grabbed my standard jeans and combat boots, but decided to switch it up and put on a V-neck dark green T-shirt that had some weird company brand on it instead of the usual black. After pulling on the clothes, I reached in to grab my sleek black bow and quiver from the corner of the closet, but I stopped myself. After all that work yesterday, I figured I deserved a break to at least go eat a nice long breakfast.

I walked over the mirror to see how I looked. Just for a visual, I'm 5"9 with fair skin and light green and gray eyes. That's all there really is to say about me, I'm pretty standard except my height. Everyone here was tall, I'm actually medium height compared to the others, my friend Tracy (yes he's a guy) is the tallest at 6"5.

I lifted up the hair behind my ear, revealing a dark blue and purple swirl under my ear, my sign of Aquarius. In case you didn't get the hint, I was chosen by Aquarius, I'm the only one left that was chosen by her, all the rest died. Out of all the signs, Aquarius is the second biggest jerk, Scorpio being the first. At least Scorpio left 2 of his chosen. The first rule you need to know about the Constellations, and about all the chosen, is Scorpios hate Aquarius's. For some reason it's always been this way, always has and always will.

I sighed and backtracked, walking back over to my closet to retrieve my bow and arrows. I could eat a nice breakfast and then go train immediately after, that would waste less time. After I swung my quiver over my shoulder, I clipped my bow to my belt and walked across the room and out the door.

After leaving my room, I almost immediately spun around and walked back through the door. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough and a large hand grabbed my wrist. I groaned. "Dan get off and leave me alone before I hurt you." Dan pulled me through the door again. "Aww c'mon just let me accompany you to breakfast," he whined. Dan was 5"9 and had medium length brown hair that brushed to the side in a sweep. He was really cute but unfortunately, had the personality of a cabbage. He was always following me around, asking me to go on dates with him and crap I quite frankly do not have time for. I shoved him off of me, punching him in the arm where his white and green Gemini symbol was, maybe a bit too hard.

"Ouch!" He complained, rubbing his arm. I could see a purplish bruise already forming. The benefits of being stronger than pretty much everyone you know. Before Dan could get over it and bug me again, I quickly walked away to catch up to the twins, CC and Cat. Once I caught up, I pushed through the two of them to walk in the middle. "Hey Dylan," they both said at the same time. They pretty much were your exact expectations of twins. Both looked exactly the same, both having the same light brown skin, curly brown hair, and hazel eyes. The only way you could tell the difference is that Cat has her brown and yellow Pisces symbol on her left hand and CC has hers on the right. Just our luck that the only siblings here were look a likes.

"Hey," I said back, "I'm thinking about actually sitting down to eat today." Both of them laughed. "Well it's always a good to try something new," Cat exclaimed, laughing. "Speaking of new, nice hair Dylan." CC said, also laughing. I shrugged my shoulders. "Its was getting annoying, it's been almost 2 weeks since I last brushed it, I'm thinking about cutting it short."

"No don't do that," I saw someone come up beside CC. It was Bella, the oldest kid here, she was 18, had pale skin, and shoulder length wavy brown hair. "It's pretty how it is," she reached over and tossed my hair.

"Just in case you haven't noticed," I said sarcastically, "Pretty isn't really my style." Bella stuck her tongue out at me and pushed my shoulder. Unfortunately, being trained into a killing machine isn't completely advantageous because I took this playful action the total wrong way. I stopped walking for a split second, then grabbed Bella's wrist and twisted it, flipping her over so she landed on her back on the floor, hard.

CC gasped, Bella had landed on her foot. "Oh gosh Bella, I'm sorry," I exclaimed, leaning down to help her up. "What'dya do that for?" I turned around to see Tracy running towards us. Tracy is super tall, as I mentioned before, Asian with spikey black hair, and super muscular. He's also a pretty decent dancer if the song is right. People like to joke that we should switch names, but it's not our faults the Constellations don't know what names are right for what gender. Tracy's my right hand man and my second in command in battle. I knew he would nag at me later for this little episode.

I groaned. Stupid training. Most people know that touching me is not a good idea, if you touch me I usually freak out, afraid it's someone trying to kill me. I don't know what came over me this time, lately I've been keeping it under control.

"Bella play-pushed Dylan and kind of uh, surprised her," Cat explained to Tracy as he grabbed Bella and hauled her back up of the ground. "Dude," Tracy said in exasperation, "I think you might've messed up something in her wrist when she tried to stop her fall." I winced, feeling really bad. "Better go take her to see Lynn," Cat said, going over to look at Bella's wrist. "Yo seriously I'm fine, I shouldn't of touched Dylan, that was stupid. I don't need a doctor, it's just bruised, I can tell," Bella exclaimed shaking them all off. Now Bella is super smart and head of MC, Mission Control. We never argue with her because she always knows what she's talking about, probably why she was chosen by Leo.
We reluctantly backed away and began walking towards the dining room like nothing happened.