There once was an extra star. It looked over the world and moved through the sky. The human-less planet never looked back. Packs of wolves howled at the moon every night. Lonely mermaids pretended to be carefree in the warm sunlight. Pixies fluttered around the flowers, brighting their colours. The star loved everyone of the earths creatures, despite their obliviousness.
One day the star felt a want, a selfish need, for something it could never have. Someone she could never have. Stars didn't love inequally, they didn't pile their love onto one creature, and even if they did, what creature could handle the power and immensity of all a stars love? Nothing could handle it, nothing except the other stars, but they would banish her if they learnt of her sudden want, her craving to be loved. So she kept watching the earth, watching the wolves in their packs, packs filled with concern and love, she watched the pixies, and their love for the earth. She even wished to be the object of the mermaids attention, but she could not.
One lonely night, as all her nights now where, she felt a new conciousness tug at her mind, a wolf pup had just been born. She stored this information away after checking the pup was alive and well in his new pack. The star continued her survey of the night, then, as the sun rose, she settled in for an unseen day.
The stars usually unfocused mind settled on the wolf cub. She felt her yearning intenisfy. She understood. this was the emotion she had been craving. She knew what this meant, she just didn't know what to do. She thought. She planned. She worried. Then night came and she knew. She floated down to earth. The other stars touched her conciousness. They understood. They were impassive. The star ignored them as she made her way down to the earth. She reached out tendrils of shimmering light ot the wolf cub.
A light flashed, bright as day, and suddenly the world was duller, but more brilliant all the same, new sensations coarsing through her body. Her body. She had a body. She inhalled deeply, unused to the smells of the world. She smelt a musky scent, one that reminded her of fur and dirt. She looked in the direction of the scent and spotted her wolf. Her wolf that was no longer a wolf anymore.
A humaniod figure graced her newly formed eyes. Tall, with long limbs, a bright smile and grass green eyes. In his eyes she was reflected. Long flowing black hair that reached her waist with curling elegance. Eyes like a raging storm, fierce with an undescribable emotion. Pale skin that betrayed the milky glow of her former existence. Yet she was once again drwn to her once-wolf. Dark brown hair, messy and inviting. With his tanned skin he too resembled his former self. Beautiful.
"What am I? What are you?" Hesatance filled the once-stars new voice.
"You are you, and I am myself."
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The Disappearing Star
Historia CortaThe heartache of being alone, of seeing people who are loved, is to much for a lonely star. The story of how humans came to be, born from the love of two beings. The wolf and the star.