"You were born from a star," my father used to tell me when I was little. I would nod in response and he would kiss me on the forehead and run to catch up so I could continue playing with my older brothers, who had made their way from the throne room to the dining hall down.
I began to wonder what my father meant when he told me that I was born from a star, and for several years I tried to figure out the meaning. I would ask my brothers - Oberyn, Abel, Elija, Aster, and Orion - if they knew what he had meant, but none of them knew.
So one day after my father finished seeing people in the throne room, I approached him.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, "when you tell me that I was born from a star?"
A smile grew on his face, "I've been waiting for the day that you'd come and ask me that.
"You, Alba, you were born from a star; the day of your birth, somewhere a star was collapsing. And when you let out your first cry, the star turned into a supernova. You shone brightly, the fierce enegry from the star radiating inside of you. But a black hole began to form - not something that is ever bad. You grew in time with the black hole, swallowing anything that came near. That is how your brothers were born; from the death of plants and moons that get too far into your reach. But you, Alba, you are a star, a supernova, a black hole, a balance.
"And when you are born from a star within our golden walls, you are born to rule. You are like your mother, my Thea, with hair as dark as the void of space, skin like a polished bronze sword, and eyes the color of a messanger hawk; decorated with kisses from distant stars and gifted with a walk as fluid as silk.
"By the time I tire of ruling - which cannot be much longer, I can promise you that, Alba - you will take my place in the throne room with your brothers as aides. You will be a fair and gentle queen with a firm hand, and you will make your mother proud."
"How long have you been waiting to tell me that?" I asked him when he had finished speaking.
"Seventeen years," he said with a chuckle, standing from the gilded throne and linking his arm with mine as he reached the bottom of the platform.
But by the time I was to succeed my father like he had my mother after her death, my planet was being destroyed by a black hole, like the one I had become. Destruction of my planet and its suns and moon would take billions of years, but the pull of the black hole would not allow anyone to escape if we waited. So we began to evacuate, and I was the first to leave. Shoved into a craft and launched away from certain destruction, hurtling through space to the nearest planet that was most similar
The last thing I saw before stasis began to take affect was my planet, burning slowly as the atmosphere was siphoned into the void, my home dying before my eyes.
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okay so this is entirely (as well as loosely) based off a quote a saw on tumblr about stars and i have zero plot in mind for it other than i wanted Alba to live on a planet that was similar to Asgard in almost all of its aspects where she would be the queen but alas a Superman-esque destruction of the planet happens
i don't know when i'll update again (but there will be at least one more update for this story)
