A new Legend

December night

19 year-old Stella Everhart, a young artist, had a deep passion for the stars that she often called her muses, artist and astrologer were of pair when it came to talk about Stella. Her heart was always joyful, she had this beautiful everlasting glow in her eyes, of wonder and joy. She liked to teach childrens how to draw, she was really good with kids actually and had the duo of a little boy and his little sister she loved to teach, even if the little girl was very clumsy, she called thm her little rascals.

Walking through the vast celestial canvas on the night of the 25th of December, Stella stood alone on a snow-covered hill, a silhouette in the black ink that was the night. The air was crisp with the quiet beauty of winter, each snowflake shining like a tiny, frozen jewel. she watched as the golden strings of sand around her seemed to fade, a small smile apeared on her face as she wispered in the night; 

 "Right on time... As always..." she wispered.

Her breath formed delicate clouds in the chilly air as she looked at the sleeping town before her, absorbing the breathtaking panorama of the glowing decorations on each house. The stars, like diamonds spreading across the inky sky above her, twinkling with an eternal glow, casting a soft light on the landscape below. A gentle breeze whispered through the branches of nearby trees. The distant sound of carolers singing a resonant melody added to the calm atmosphere, creating a harmonious blend of nature and human celebration. The scent of pine from the nearby evergreen trees mingled with the faint aroma of wood smoke and the cinnamon smell escaping from her coffee cup, painting the scene with the quintessential fragrances of winter. Stella, wrapped in a vibrant red scarf that contrasted vividly with the pristine white snow, her heavy coat keeping her warm and comfortable, felt as if the world had stopped, it was just her , the stars and her sketchbook. The vastness of space seemed to unfold before her, inviting her to lose herself in the enchanting dance of constellations. Her eyes, an icy shade of blue, reflected the joy and wonder that resided in her soul.

A soft layer of snow crunched beneath her boots. Each step she took left behind a delicate imprint on the path she had carved through the snowy landscape. The world, bathed in the calm glow of moonlight, it felt like a dream, a place where reality merged with the magic of the night. 

Unbeknownst to Stella, a dark force lurked in the shadows, an entity that resented the Guardians and represented nightmares and despair. This dark presence, seeking to extinguish the spark of wonder and imagination in the world, found Stella alone on the hill. 

The problem was... She believed in him, in fact she still believed in all of them.

In a quick yet cruel movement of His hand, the beauty that surrounded Stella transformed into a scenary for a tragedy. The snow, once of a pure sparkly white, now turned crimson red beneath her feet. The Moon, witness of countless stories, observed in silence as the stars seemed to dim in response to her pleading look. She fell softly like a tree falls. It didn't even make a sound because of the snow.

And so, on that winter night, the serene beauty of the scene, once filled with wonder and joy, became the stage for a tragic moment. On that night, Stella, the ever lasting dreamer, looked at the stars one last time, thinking she would just leave this world with the stars, and even in this moment, the only thing she could think of was the kids she took care of, these two little rascals she loved so much that made her believe in the Man in the moon and all these other tales about the Easter Bunny with a funny australian accent, the tooth fairy with her rainbow feathers, the sandman the silent protector, Santa with his  or even Jack frost.

But as she looked above her, laying on her back, she saw the moon, it became bigger then she had ever witnessed it, it was so bright and she heard a faint voice reasure her, so soft and quiet. As Stella opened her eyes, she could feel a freezing breeze but she wasn't cold anymore, the pain she had felt a few seconds earlier in her whole body was gone, and the stars themselves seemed to twinkle in a comforting way. Maybe, the Man in the Moon was trying to talk her into calm, peace he had seen in her this passion and this way of seeing the worl that not so many people have and a shared vision for protecting the dreams and creativity of children. The unspoken message meant that she was now chosen to inspire and protect the wonder of imagination, and that her connection to the stars is now a celestial gift to be embraced,was now a new way of playing with her imagination, he was now, a Guardian.