Novel & Cerita August 22 Zodiac

“That’s Cassiopeia. And to the left — see that bright one? That’s Vega. And over there’s Altair. You can catch a decent bit of the Summer Triangle if the city light haze cooperates.” “You know all this?” he asked, impressed. I shrugged. “Van life gives you a lot of time to learn stuff. And I’ve always loved the stars. I’m a Sagittarius, so it kind of fits. Wanderer. Dreamer. Chaotic good.” “You’re a Sagittarius?” I nodded, grinning up at the sky. “Born December fifth. Fire sign. Reckless, stubborn, hopelessly curious. Textbook Sag.” “Explains a lot,” he said, in that low, teasing tone of his. “Van life. Spontaneous detours. Jumping on stage with a band you just met.”

She said: “These are two prophecies of mine, but all of you have to keep silence!” “We got it.” Everyone said. Pure told all the captains to leave because she had to do something. Before going, Lowen asked: “When does the selection of constellation representation take place?" Pure looked at him: “About seven or eight hundred years later. Never too late to hold…” Lowen: “I hope this time is not too complicated.” “I hope so!” Lowen left right then. Pure came back to her palace, and took a deep sleep. She must report back.

— no doubt one of the neighbors is hoping to get some yard work done. It was a Saturday right in the middle of September — the welcome transition between summer and fall when the weather was neither hot nor cold, just pleasant. The eighteenth of September; a few days away from the twenty-first, the technical first day of autumn, yet the sun shined outside as if it couldn't care less. The eighteenth of September. My birthday.

"Yes, ma'am." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to clear my mind of today's events. Nova's hurt expression flashed before me for just a moment before I pushed it away. I took another deep breath, clearing my find further focusing on this month. A vision began to play before me. I paid attention to every little detail I could to try and get the exact date. The moon was full, shining brightly in the night sky. The air carried a cool breeze with it, letting me know it would be later in the month. I looked around, seeing Augustus in the distance. He was near the lake I had found Ember in today.

Probably shouldn’t hold my breath, but I was still going to try. We continued our descent down the winding staircase and at that point I was sure we were many levels underground. I could only surmise what the need for that would be: This Aries, she was powerful, fire magic was dangerous, and we were about to get into some real shit. The thought made me equally anxious and excited. Wait. Did I just say ‘surmise’? Yeah, Acelin was definitely rubbing off on me. “So, Aries, that’s actually my Zodiac sign. My birthday is April 17th.” I remark casually.

Then she stood abruptly. Her daughter eyed her with wonder and confusion. “Why you didn’t tell me earlier? How old is he? I thought their tribe was already wiped out?” “He’s ten and eighteen, he would turn nine this coming September,” Blanchett gasped again. Remembering the oracle and the signs. Her daughter was born in May, in a sign of twins. “His sign, my dear, what is his constellation sign?” Puzzled but obedient, she told. “The scale, he is born on the twenty-eighth of September,”