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The people of the stars were homeless and yet endless, it was their nature, to move like falling stars unbound. Free. Whole.
They didn’t move in great numbers, but in packs. Many words were known. Family. Crew. Home. Army—
Well, no.
Not army.
Not Before.
Serenity was a historic name, but not something she had ever known. By the time she was born some dark force was leaking . From crew to tribe to family to system. And though her people were strong and varried, her French taking in other kinds, they were…
All strong.
All varied.
All dark.
She was young. And young had a different definition to her people - childhood was to not follow the conversation, and then…
She was young, and she was alone.
That was when she made her way there. Chasing spirits. Chasing hope for some kind of light in all of this darkness.
She suffered. Other groups called armies and Senshi would hunt her. They would tear her dark hair and leave red blood staining her stone-like grey skin. She’d survive anyways. Sometimes they’d torture or enslave her for fun.
She decided she did not care for men.
She grew up that way.
She wasn’t alone, despite her grief. Souls of her lost loved ones lead her to other lonely souls. They rode on her ships, followed her light. She grew strong enough to fight back.
When she made it to the center of the universe, she had only one wish. Though her people’s nature was to explore, she didn’t care.exploration had been replaced by war, the ones she loved slaughtered.
She was no longer of the stars, the shadows, the endless space between heavenly bodies. She wanted…
“There is a body within that,” said the galaxy cauldron. “Within the stars, there is light. It belongs to you.”
And all the little spirits of her people new and old lit, and surrounded her, and glowed a rainbow color.
They crystallized. A shining diamond. Like a flower.
“Now you must just find a place strong enough to hold such a power.”
She was born a plain girl with grey eyes and grey skin and dark brown hair that glittered, but her new form was silver around pink-warmed cheeks.
Her people welcomed her back. They called her queen. That word was foreign to her people, but not to Serenity.
Never forget: this story begins with shadows.