Starry Glass

✯Chapter Three✯

I sat in my room with Stella looking up at the ceiling trying to find a way to figure this all out. Stella was writing her books so I was free of her questions for a bit. As I looked up at the ceiling I didn't feel like everything was alright I felt like something was wrong. I was still extremely worried about the person that was roaming the halls of our building. I shutted and looked over at Stella. She was still writing her book and was completely oblivious of the supposed danger. I shook my head Still worrying Stella still didn't look up when I walked over to her.

I leaned over her shoulder and only then did she look up at me. "Do you need something?" she asked, sounding unconcerned. I shook my head and looked off into the distance as if seeing something else. Stella shook her head and looked back to her writing. I suppressed a sigh when I heard a loud pounding at our door. I calmly walked over to the door and opened it. But when I opened the door I didn't find Marne but someone with Greasy black hair and Dark brown eyes which were wide open but he seemed too old to be new here though I had thought that I Knew everybody. I looked at him over Disapproval laying on my face.

"Are you the supposed Star roaming around?" I asked with a sneer on my face. Stella turned sharply, her face annoyed. The man looked back at me and fear planted firmly on his face. I raised my eyebrows at the man when he paled and looked around as if panicked.

"Who are you?" I asked putting my face right up to his.

he hesitated looking up at me fearfully. "You could call me TimeTeller..." he Said his eyes sparkling with interest. I raised my eyebrows but did not question him. He suddenly gasped and looked around wildly. "I need a place to hide!" He looked at Stella and as if feeling his gaze looked up. She frowned and nodded.

I looked back at Time-Teller but I didn't banish him like I wanted to. Instead I nodded as well. I grabbed my glass sword, careful not to slice Time-Teller and I slid it into my hand-made sheath. I glanced at the sword I had never thought I would have to use but I had made it just in case of a star or some other threat that could hurt Stella. I closed my eyes remembering all the painstaking work that was put into this and this was only the second time I had even thought of using it.

Time-Teller eyed the sword though he didn't move away. He glanced at the door of our room wide open and he almost jumped into the closet. Barely moments later Marne burst into our room. I had drawn my sword before I even knew who it was. When I realized it was Marne I put the sword away as quickly as I had gotten it out. Marne leaped away from me when he saw me standing in the doorway.

"What was that!" I growled "only come in here uninvited unless you are prepared for that reaction!" Marne looked at me with a scowl plain on his face though he didn't speak up. I sighed and looked at him "what do you want?" I asked him, my voice empty yet annoyed.

"I saw it! It definitely wasn't a star but I could tell there was something wrong about it." He blabbered.

"It?" I asked sharply. "Well. You can go on and start chasing whoever you saw. Make sure to catch them." Marne bit his lip and sulked off. I counted to fifty and stormed over to the closet where the scrawny little man was hiding. "get out!" I growled at Time-Teller, my eyes flaming ''Go back to your island! We all are Shards!" I waved my hands around, annoyed. Even though I had told him that we were the dreaded Shards he didn't seem like he cared at all. I raised my eyebrow.

"and...?" Time-Teller asked, his voice filled with masked confusion. "What are Shards....?" he asked slowly. He looked like he was trying to fit in here but it was not working.

I felt a deep pit of shock but truly I was not surprised. The stars probably hid us from the rest of the world and didn't want everyone to know about the horrible creatures that lived over on the other island. I scowled and thrust out my hand. "We do things..." I grabbed his coat sleeve "Like this" I transformed his coat into pure clear glass. He was wearing a shirt underneath so It was fine. Time-Teller gasped looking at his coat. He looked back up at me, his face pained instead of worried or scared. Maybe he is more dangerous than he looks....