Novel & Cerita A Tale Of A Thousand Star

But Killian's mere presence seemed to have magical effects. A mesmerizing scene. The room had a golden archway that, with one click of a remote in Killian's hand, folded away, revealing a sky dome adorned with bright stars, resembling a galactic landscape. My eyes widened, and I gasped at the celestial beauty before us. "Stars.. I am among them." He grinned, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Glad you like it. Welcome to my secret place. I haven't brought anyone here except for Rick." I marveled at the stars above, feeling like I was transported to another world. "Should I be jealous of Rick, then?"

There were numerous stars scattered about. I said while looking at the stars, "We don't get to see stars much in the city. Pity. There's a legend that says if you count a thousand stars, your wish will be granted. Have you heard about it?" "Do you have faith in those things?" "I did once, but I didn't get what I wished for, so I no longer believe them." "What did you wish for?" I didn't say anything and just stared at the stars. "Did you make any wishes for your mother's recovery?"

"I cannot simply step aside, little star. You do not understand the mechanics of the world you have been thrust into. Sit. Please. I have to tell you a story. A true one." "Oh, goody," I remarked, leaning against a cold marble pillar and crossing my arms. "A Russian fairy tale. Let me guess, does the brave King sacrifice everyone he loves for a shiny crown, or does the Princess realize that her family is just a pack of well-dressed hyenas?"

She nodded. “There’s a story from where I come from. About that star. They say a long time ago, it used to be two stars. A sun and a moon. They fell in love, impossible love but they were separated by day and night. So they wished to the Moon Queen to let them be together. She turned them into one star, forever beside each other in the sky.” Alison blinked, caught off guard. “That’s… actually really beautiful.” He looked at her then. “I don’t usually tell people that story.”

I felt Vicky tap my elbow. "I-I'm Aliana R-Reeves. I've been with Stardom for almost eight years already. They're t-he ones who helped me get to where I am right now in the industry, and they actually opened a lot of opportunities for artists like me. And I-I am forever grateful to them," I said, looking at everyone except him. I want to slap my face right now for stuttering a lot because I can feel him staring as I talk. Anyone in my position would understand. Imagine having a one-night stand with a stranger and hoping you would never see him again. Then one day, he'll just appear, offering a major sponsorship to your agency—the amount of bad luck I have.

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

“Do you remember the story?” I do. According to the fairy tale, The Star Child was The Moon Goddess’s true love, but he was a jealous lover, and when The Moon Goddess created the first wolf as her constant companion, The Star Child tried to destroy them, but our mother interfered and saved their life. Angered by her lover’s betrayal, The Moon Goddess cast The Star Child aside, telling him he’d be doomed to wander this planet alone and in pain for the rest of his life.

--- That night, after the celebration ended and Aurora slept, they sat together on the cabin's porch. The sky was clear, the stars brilliant, the moon full and bright. The barrier shimmered in the distance, a soft golden glow that kept them safe. "Look at that sky." Lena leaned against Kael. "So many stars. Each one a story." "Each one a hope." Caspian's voice was soft. "Each one a dream that someone somewhere is wishing." "What is our story?" Lena asked. "What will they say about us? In a hundred years? In a thousand?"

They saw the face of Elena Vane, smiling in the Siberian snow. ​A man the same one who had caught the first spore, stepped forward. He was no longer covered in soot; the Bloom had washed his skin clean. "We were told the stars were made of 'Unobtainable Wealth.' We were told we had to work until we died just to look at them." ​"The stars are made of the same thing you are," Kaelen told him, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. "And the only thing you owe the universe is to Thrive."

--- The stars are liars. Their light reaches me long after they've died, painting promises they'll never keep. The Shattered Star's power hums beneath my skin, a cold, celestial itch that no amount of scrubbing with marsh reeds can cleanse. Eden calls it a gift. Kael sniffs it like a pending storm. But I know the truth-it's a requiem, playing on loop.