Street Artist

Chapter 11

A/N:  I'll try to make this short and get to the story soon I promise^.^ 

First, since you guys are all so awesome, I'm making the next few chapters longer and idk better?  (Let's see if I can get these chapters up to 6 or 7 pages each, hm?) Suggestions, as always, are greatly appreciate:)  I love reading your comments and seeing what you think. 

Next, Remember all of those characters in K's Crew from the first few chapters?  I'm having trouble keeping track of them all so most will be supporting characters and won't really show up much.  Also, I need to know if you like the bonus chapters about other smaller characters and whether or not I should write more of those.

K, I think that's all for now:)  READ ON MY DEARIES>>>>

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The park is empty. Of course it's empty.  After all, what kind of parents would take their children out to play in the park in the middle of the night?  Even in New York...

It's lonely, but it is also peaceful.

The Meeting Place.

 The thick and twisting limbs of the old tree block most of the night sky from my view.  Not that there's much to see anyway...  As much as I love living in New York, I always did wish I could see stars in the sky at night.  There's something about stars that always gets to me.  They're so beautiful and mysterious and so far away, and there are so many of them.  Stars are infinite.  My aunt always told me that there was magic in the stars, that that's why people wish upon a star or when they see a shooting star.  That we wish on falling stars in hopes that we might catch some of its magic before it leaves the skies.

"Do you see those three stars in a row over there?" My aunt asks me, pointing up at the vast night sky.  We lie side by side on a grassy hill, staring up at the stars.  Crickets chirp around us, playing a song that only they know the tune of, and fireflies light up around the meadow-like area, adding to the light of the stars and the moon.

"That's Orion's Belt.  And over there is the Scorpius constellation."

I scrunch up my nose, my six year old self not understanding what my aunt could possibly find so amazing about a bunch of little dots in the sky.  My aunt, Margaret, turns her head to face me, smiling softly. 

"There's a story behind the stars.  All of the different constellations, they come from all around the world, waiting for their story to be told to a new generation of dreamers and star-gazers."

I furrow my eyebrows and look back up at the sky, trying to understand how can there be stories in the sky?

"All I see is a bunch of little floating dots," I remark bluntly.  Aunt Margie laughs, a light tinkling sound that makes me want to laugh too, even though I'm not sure what's so funny.

"Yes, but those little dots make up an endless picture book, floating up there in the sky.  They tell tales of love and betrayal, war and peace, a whole world of stories right above us for eternity.  Take Scorpius, for example.  The story goes that Orion tried to escape the scorpions by swimming across the sea to the island of Deslos to see his lover, Artemis.  Apollo wanted to punish Artemis, and so he joined her and challenged her hunting skills.  Apollo dared Artemis to shoot the black dot that approached in the water.  Artemis won the challenge, but killed her lover, Orion, in doing so."

I look back up to the sky with wide eyes, amazed at how many of the little dots there were, and how many stories must be hidden in them.

"That's so sad..." I whisper, almost too quietly to hear.