Homestuck; The Constallation Prophecy

Chapter One

Not far off into the future, on the planet Alternia, a young female troll wakes up with a start, sweat rolling down her face as she breathes heavily. She feels the back of her neck, although when she pulls her hand away to look at it, it is not blood but sweat that dots her grey skin. She sighs, having felt the sword pierce the flesh and bone in the back of her neck and heard the screams of agony coming from the child and the other villagers. She couldn't help but wonder who the people in the dream were, and why they did what they did to The Prophet.

She climbs out of her recouporacoon, first making sure both her Lusus and her brother weren't in her Respite Block. She cleans herself off and gets dressed, pulling on her jeans and doing up her belt before going to her closet and grabbing one of her many black tank tops and pulling it over her upper half, her raven coloured hair flying out when she pulls it out from under the collar of the tank top. Then she heads out of her Respite Block, heading down to the kitchen to hopefully get some breakfast.

"Hey Lunara" Equius greets the female sleepily, yawning behind his hand. She smirks when she sees the broken teacup.

"Hey Equius. I see you've decided to start breakfast without me" Lunara chuckles, making the male troll blush slightly from embarrassment.

"I-I actually just wanted to surprise my little sister.. But it seems I broke another cup..." Equius explains, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, making Lunara giggle. She walks over to Equius, careful to avoid stepping in the spilt tea and shattered China, and pulls her brother into a hug.

"Awe, Eq. That's so sweet!" She exclaims, smiling and enjoying the fact that she was freaking him out. Equius has always been too strong for his own good, in her opinion. Sometimes he just needed someone to be nice and not get up in his face about his accidental mess ups.

"Awe. Look at this. My children are actually getting along!" Their Lusus, Aurthour, a large, white centaur, exclaims as he enters the kitchen, clapping his hands together in delight. Lunara and Equius break apart at the sound of their Lusus' voice. Aurthour chuckles at their reactions as Lunara busies herself with cleaning up the shattered China as Equius takes one of the Navy blue towels and cleans up the spilt tea. They avoid eye contact but bump into each other frequently in their haste to clean up the mess.

Once the mess is cleaned up, Lunara makes yet another pot of tea, and Equius sets the table for breakfast as Aurthour cooks pancakes for them all. Food and tea is soon ready and they all tuck in to breakfast. As they eat, Lunara thinks over her dream, and Aurthour notices the young female's plight.

"Is something the matter, Lunara?" He enquires, looking at her with a worried yet puzzled expression.

"It's just.. The dreams seem to have returned.." She answers him, sighing and setting down her fork.

"oh?"

"This time seemed different somehow... I saw fire and heard screaming... And the name of the troll from the stories you used to tell Eq and I as grubs." Lunara explains. Aurthour tilts his head to the side, slightly confused.

"And which troll would that be?"

"The Prophet of Space..." She answers apprehensively, avoiding eye contact with both Aurthour and Equius as they both seemingly stare her down.

"Lunara," Aurthour begins, setting down his fork and folding his hands under his chin, his elbows on the table, "Those dreams are the stories I had told you two growing up." He tries to reason, but Lunara just shakes her head.

"No. This one was different, I assure you! I heard the screams coming from the villagers and I saw Redglare too! But there was someone else... someone you seemed to have left out of the story. Her name was Lunarian. The Moon." Lunara explains, "Who was she? And why does she and I share a name?" She demands. Aurthour stays silent. Lunara sighs and wipes her face and hands on a napkin, excusing herself and going and slipping on her shoes, grabbing her spear from at the front door then leaving, slamming the door behind her.