There was one star that always seemed to shine a little brighter than the others, affixed to the firmament in the north. She had spent much of her life turning her back on that star, running away from both home and responsibilities, but now she fixed her eyes on it once more.
Her father died in her absence, and now she couldn't postpone it any longer. She needed to return home, she needed to be part of her family again.
They would not be able to help her with her grief, but they sure as hell would help her get revenge.
It was what they did best.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
