Star was done.
Done being the shell of the perfect second born offspring of Hudson and Aurelia Denholm.
Done pretending the reason he wore long sleeves in the summer was just because he ran cold.
Done pretending that the reason he flinches is because of a raid that happened years prior.
Done lying to Christian about why he was always kept so busy.
Done acting like he loved this perfect life when he is not allowed to even leave the Heron Base without a heavy disguise so that the failure son was never seen.
Done being Axton Denholm, because that wasn't who he really was, they weren't Axton anymore.
Scott, his older brother, had been named after a shield, he was the protector of the legacy.
Star had been named after a stone sword, the destroyer of the legacy Hudson and Aurelia envisioned for their golden child.
If they thought he'd be the collapse of their respective names and combined reputations, then star was going to live up to their biggest fear.
Star grabbed a backpack and some of his mother's books and his father's gold, stuffing them into his bag.
With one last glance towards his brother's room, they softly whispered an apology into the wind, climbing out of the window.
From that moment, Axton Perseus Denholm died and in his place stood Acho Orion, no last name tied to them.
No one really called him Acho apart from star's brother, Scott and started calling them that the second star had asked.
Acho ran silently, straight to the town where they stole the first boat he found and set sail out.
So yeah, Acho was done.
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365 Days
FanfictionAcho Denholm spent a year away from the Faction Isles, on the run from star's past and the expectations placed on him. No one knew what they were up to over those 365 days, except for you dear reader.
