Whispering Fires
Stars watches over dreams; but Stella watches over a dream far more precious to her... her own...
Written by Melodie Rivers; first draft published September 15 2019
Written by Melodie Rivers; first draft published September 15 2019
Stella gazed down at the young man looking out from what had once been her human home. She took in his short blond hair, his kind clear blue eyes that his grandfather had bore when she was seven and had seen him play the flute. His sight gave her the same pang than on that day, slaving for strangers: the pang that no one had ever, nor will ever, look kindly at her.
Her fire sprite friend attracted the man's attention, and Stella waited... seeing his still shadow against the wall as the sprite danced... waiting... Stella faltered, the other stars looking at her recomfortingly.
Then the young man reappeared at the window, holding an ash-damaged leather-covered bundle. He looked straight up at her and smiled sadly.
"I swear to Stella upon my grandfather's kindness that I shall make your dream come true. The books of your life will be in every bookshelves possible, and everyone will know the name of the peasant girl who wrote those beautiful stories. Starting with me."
Stella smiled brighter than ever, and her light shone through the night as he took out his flute and played a melody remembered only by her.
Her fire sprite friend attracted the man's attention, and Stella waited... seeing his still shadow against the wall as the sprite danced... waiting... Stella faltered, the other stars looking at her recomfortingly.
Then the young man reappeared at the window, holding an ash-damaged leather-covered bundle. He looked straight up at her and smiled sadly.
"I swear to Stella upon my grandfather's kindness that I shall make your dream come true. The books of your life will be in every bookshelves possible, and everyone will know the name of the peasant girl who wrote those beautiful stories. Starting with me."
Stella smiled brighter than ever, and her light shone through the night as he took out his flute and played a melody remembered only by her.