Chapter 1

Let me tell you a story, kids. The story of a woman named Vespera. She was a star.

Yes, a star. Why did I call her a woman, you ask?

On occasions, a star will drop to our realm. Before it does, it dies and explodes. From it, a new form appeared.

They are called "starbornes", fragments of what used to be the star. A creation so bright, now so dim and hollow.

They are fragments of the star's power — or rather what it used to be. Most of the time, those fragments would fall to the ground and shatter, creating the dust of light.

But, on rare occasions, they would host a body. Mostly a fae as it sleeps, or a fairy as it works, even a faerie that is lazing around.

Even humans who eventually gain its power, or terrifying skinwalkers who eventually gain consciousness and manage to survive without eating humans.

But. Vespera. A shard, a fragment, a piece...she landed on a calm lake, far from humans, far from cities. She — gained a body.

The first ever shard to gain a body of its own. Soon, many will follow.

Vespera found herself in the outskirts of a city. A bustling city too. She decided to explore.

The knights didn't allow a random lady in, but they did look down at her figure, their eyes speaking something otherwise.

Vespera had the power of the stars. Why did she need to listen to them anyways?

She traveled around, gaining foreign knowledge, learning languages and herbs, even learning the human body and mind.

In cities where she was welcomed in, they always seemed to prosper. She eventually became a sign of luck.

The sight of a woman who looks no less than 24, long back-length dull black hair, pale pink eyes that seem to hold the stars in them, pale skin. Even having one of those traits was a sign of luck.

Not all cities received her well though. Some manipulated her, tortured her, kidnapped her — even killed her.

But as we know — everytime a star dies, a new one is born in its place. And revive, did she. Taking on the form of anyone similar to her, as long as it was a corpse.

She awoke with the knowledge, the lessons, the scars — but never with memories of the humans.

One certain day, she was murdered. After a while, she opened her eyes again. This time, in a large puddle in the woods — a pale, frail body with her former scars awaited her, long black hair sticking to her skin, eyes distant.

"Sir." A voice rang, disturbing her peace

She had been summoned.

She knew that because she had revived only after what felt like a day. But she returned way too quickly.

"The mage." The earlier voice rang out again. Right, the mage. She turned her head to the source of the voice, finding several knights and one specially seated on a fine-bred horse.

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