Time passed-I guess a couple years. No, that’s too long. I don’t really know how long it was. He kept me in the dark, hid me from the sun. Everything was just stories, and more stories. It didn’t make any sense at all. Number 13, Number 13…
He told me of this extra child of the sun. This extra child was so different all of his siblings denied him. There was nothing for him where he was, so he ran into the mountains and there he lived the rest of his life, secretly influencing the world as he pleased.
This man also switched personalities so easily. It seemed like he had mood swings all the time. One time it was one subject, and then he’d notice how much of a mess my hair was and would rant about it for like 5 minutes before going away.
It actually was pretty funny if you got away from the negative side of things. He called himself Ophiuchus. Because for some reason I just didn’t like the long names I called him Ophy. I think he liked it.
“I think…I’ll take you outside soon.” Those were very surprising words, I didn’t think he would ever say it. Ophy seemed so against from me being in the sun.
“What is it like, the world beyond your mountain?
“I don’t know.” What? I was too surprised to respond. I just sat on the bench by the entrance to his little mountain home.
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The Little Black Star above the Horizon
Science FictionIn a black sky, there is mainly black night. In a blue sky, there is mainly blue day. In a midnight sky, there is a collage of stars. In Tropical Astrology, twelve of these constellations connected by stars happen to be the twelve zodiacs, or sun si...
