rhythm. Her fingers tightened around the warm metal of her blade, thumb running along the grooves in the hilt. She stared aimlessly into the sky, watching the stars dance above her, blinking in and out of
existence. They seemed to whisper a quiet something, a secret shared across the nebulas as they watched the destruction beneath them, each blaze of light a mockery of the wisdom they held.
effortlessly cast people to the ground, digging deep into the souls of others until the galaxies within
were lit no more. She gazed on into its golden eyes, ancient and all-knowing as they glanced lazily at the warriors below.
As she shuffled through the stale dirt, her eyes drifted once more to the sky. She picked out Orion the
Hunter, and Sirius – picked out Sagittarius the Archer and he willed her to look over the world beneath her, protecting her people from harm. She searched and searched among the stars, frantically ignoring the fact that she was nearing the base of the hill, until finally there was nowhere else to go.
face in cool bursts. He bared his sharp teeth at her and charged forward. She had to move quickly to
keep up with him, blocking and ducking his attacks as they came, darting forward in sharp motions. She could barely make out the dark grey eyes beneath the black mask, glinting with rancor and fury.
Removing one hand from the hilt of her sword, she reached into a pouch hanging off the back of her
belt, scooping up a small handful of glistening blue powder.
head, and, right before her very eyes, he vanished. The matter he was made of, the very core of his
being, dispersed among the sand and stone, forever a part of the wind.
the invisible matter, kicking and stabbing and clawing, but never making it a single step farther. Slowly, they turned, staring at the girl in the middle of the clearing, looking out at the pitiful warriors. She looked up at the dragon above her, gazing into its endless eyes made from molten gold. Flecks of red broke up the metallic hue, a pupil the size of a boulder eyeing her questioningly. It seemed somewhat bored, flicking its massive tail lazily, steam curling from its nose. She took a deep breath and raised a hand deliberately to her side, resting it carefully against the steel orb.
Thousands of years later, people gather under the night sky, friends and family watching the stars. They tell their children the story of the girl who saved their planet, who sacrificed her life so that others could live on long after her. They tell them the story of Vega, the brightest star in the sky.