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Then the man stepped out of the tree line and I stopped wondering. He was massive. Taller than Dad, and Dad was not a small man. He moved like something that had never once been unsure of where its body was in space, and when his eyes swept the group I stepped back without meaning to, convinced for half a second that he could see straight through me to whatever small cowardly thing lived behind my ribs. "Welcome." His voice was rough and low, the kind that didn't need volume to carry. "My name is Jason. I'll be your testing master tonight."

And at the top of the fountain, we all agreed to have Thales’ wolf Desmond howling up at the sky. The four wolf heads surrounding the middle basin represent Luna Sylvia, Beta, Gwen, Gamma Leonora, and my mamma Delta Claretta. The wolf heads on the top basin are for me, Crista, Persephone, and Delilah. They don’t symbolize us. I like to think of it that way.

But Allison just approached slowly, her eyes fixated on the picture as if it had a hold over her. “This is of the Silver Saintess, Ariadne,” she said quietly. “…The false prophet who walked amongst us one hundred years ago. She was a creature who declared themselves an embodiment of the Goddess, and yet saw to bend the world to her will. A world in the image of her insanity.” Her eyes then finally snapped back to my own, showing me the hatred burning within them. “She was an evil that has never been forgotten… A Devil of the Mist.”

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Who is this? "Astra,"

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

They both stood and walked a little closer to us. “Oh, she’s beautiful” the small woman whispered and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and a small sob escaped her. I can’t say someone has become this emotional when meeting me before. Excited, shocked, maybe joyful, but not emotional like this. Strange. “Goddess, I am Beta Elaine of the Luna Eclipse. It is the highest honour to meet you” the larger woman spoke, meaning the small crying one is Alyse. “Hello” I smiled and nodded to both of them.

She said kindly, beckoning me closer with a gentle wave of her hand. Standing just a foot away from the Moon Goddess herself, I tried desperately to keep my breathing even. Every single thing about her was pure magic, down to the freckles on her face which were actually real stars. Even her eyes were inhuman, a mixture of silver and white that swirled like tendrils of smoke trapped beneath glass. Her head tilted, shifting her snowy braids over one shoulder, the silver cuffs twinkling as they hit one another. I had the strongest feeling she was seeing right through me, down to the very depths of my soul.

Selene, with her gentle heart and radiant beauty, had always been a source of comfort and strength for him. Selene was a vision of grace and elegance, her form delicate yet strong. Her skin glowed with a soft, silvery light, and her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonbeams. Her eyes, a striking shade of midnight blue, held a depth of compassion and understanding that few could match. She moved with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her presence bringing a sense of calm and peace to all who were fortunate enough to be in her company.