I Killed Star

Prologue

There was an old 'wives' tale' I would remember from time to time before I discovered I was living it. Occasionally it echoes before my brain drifts off to sleep, word for word I decipher it. As if it were some prophecy, some omen to save me from an inevitable fate. In one way it was, after all the protagonist in books rarely understands the ominous words. But this was the day I recognized the true meaning of that ink on paper. I whisper the words soundlessly so I wouldn't wake someone up, despite the emptiness of the room. 

"There was a soft hill, with soil so rich. The skies' tears swiftly dropped to the hills' pleasure. The rain drops turned red, as if it were raining blood; however, this was only an illusion. The real culprit was the gleaming red roses who had colonized that hill, the droplets simply reflected the crimson color said roses had displayed. Each rose displayed a trait, which selectively stood out. The rose hill was somewhat of an inaudible competition. There were many roses; ones of the darkest red, largest shape, most appealing smell and the sharpest thorns. In the side-center stood a pure golden dandelion. Perhaps it was nothing special as it inherited none of the desired traits the roses had shown. It was picking season, every flower's dream. Being chosen and kept forever was a paradise to such flowers, who lived among no humans. But that was meaningless, being chosen was impossible. After all, who would pick a dandelion on a hill of roses?," I had not noticed it but my own voice grew fainter as I spoke them.

No, that wasn't always true. Someone had debunked those ancient words. And I don't know why but she appeared as something out of a dream, but was real. It's unknown why she picked me and why she gave me that chance. But It's all liquid under the bridge, right?