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*going to do first person in a diary form just for fun
** And I figure why not incorporate hints of God here because we're Catholic and it adds a sense of mystery to everything
*** well it seems we were going in the same direction so just read through this and tell me your thoughts or to make any tweaks to magical systems cause it's kinda chaotic (and I'm going to shower soon in case I disappear for 2 hrs or smth)
Estella (15 years old, present-day):
Age 12-
Today's a special day. More for my family than me. The amulet of Starling has been passed down through each generation. One for the female, one for the male. Each of the amulets is separate from each other, which means they are not in the same family. Each amulet has a different name depending on the family it's passed down from, but all the amulets are called Laost, for the name symbolizes their special connection to the stars. On the female or male's 12th birthday, their family amulet is passed down to them. The family's oldest ancestor then trains the children for their Quest, only known to the Maker of the Stars, who is not of this land. The Quest could be singular for one person or joined with others. No one ever knows until their day comes by the mark of the–
“Stella!” a voice shouts. My mother. She always expects so much from me. I'm used to it. But it bugs me today. I suppose I'd rather have a sense of independence. I pull on my amber-colored tunic and my brown boots. I check my hair in the steel mirror once more and walk out of the hut.
My family is small. I know this fact. But it seems like there are many more people today. It's dark out because the ceremony is always done at midnight. The time when the power of the stars is the strongest. There is a pathway made of people and my family at the very end in a circle. When I get to them, I stand face to face with Grandfather Neptune. Our Ancient of the family, who will be training me in these next couple years of my life.
The family circle closes.
“Today,” he begins, “marks the start of Estella Solaris' Journey. In the light of this night, I bestow upon her the amulet of Starling. Passed down from generations since the beginning of time, the Maker now grants her the power of many generations of the past and of the future. To guide and to protect. To lead and know.”
He says a prayer, only passed and known to and through Ancients.
He steps closer and brings the amulets to my neck. The dark turquoise jewel reflects my face. Determined. Older.
“Today, you become part of the Starling tribe.” He says to me.
Grandfather then snaps the cord around my neck. I look up to the stars and smile. The stars are shaped like a heart. Like I have a protector within the stars.
Atlas (age 16, present-day):
Age 13 (13 is on purpose instead of 12) -
I hammer down on the Starling metal. There are many types of star-made metals, but Starling I find is the easiest to handle, although my uncle, the greatest of star-smiths, cannot mold it to a shape. Tonight will be a special night, I've been told. It was supposed to happen a year ago. But the amulet didn't accept me. The legend is that it clasps to the next generation on its own. But when Grandfather Aster tried to snap it around my neck, it did not respond. They say it happens every other generation. The amulet believes I am immature. It will be proven wrong this year. As the full moon rises, signaling the near of midnight, I put away the hammer and my weapons and change into my teal-colored tunic and silver boots. I am usually confident, but there's fear in me. And doubt. I keep wondering if the amulet will reject me and has done so because of my father and what he did. The reason he's gone. I try not to think about it because it angers me. How could he leave my mother and me on our own?
I've been through the ritual before. After I walk down the path, the circle forms and Grandfather does the prayer and sayings. He brings the amulet to my neck. I see my reflection in the familiar turquoise gemstone. I shiver at the memory of a year ago, but I push it away. I am strong. I glimpse Grandfather's face. He is a stoic man, but he is my Grandfather. That is why I see the concern beginning to form at the memory of last year. But I have trust in the Maker. When Grandfather snaps the amulet to my neck, I freeze. I hear an unfamiliar click. I breathe out a breath I didn't realize I had held and look to the sky. I see the stars in the shape of a heart. My Maker loves me and protects me and the stars tell me this. A peace I have never felt settles into my soul. Despite my past, there is a future for me.
*going to do first person in a diary form just for fun
** And I figure why not incorporate hints of God here because we're Catholic and it adds a sense of mystery to everything
*** well it seems we were going in the same direction so just read through this and tell me your thoughts or to make any tweaks to magical systems cause it's kinda chaotic (and I'm going to shower soon in case I disappear for 2 hrs or smth)
Estella (15 years old, present-day):
Age 12-
Today's a special day. More for my family than me. The amulet of Starling has been passed down through each generation. One for the female, one for the male. Each of the amulets is separate from each other, which means they are not in the same family. Each amulet has a different name depending on the family it's passed down from, but all the amulets are called Laost, for the name symbolizes their special connection to the stars. On the female or male's 12th birthday, their family amulet is passed down to them. The family's oldest ancestor then trains the children for their Quest, only known to the Maker of the Stars, who is not of this land. The Quest could be singular for one person or joined with others. No one ever knows until their day comes by the mark of the–
“Stella!” a voice shouts. My mother. She always expects so much from me. I'm used to it. But it bugs me today. I suppose I'd rather have a sense of independence. I pull on my amber-colored tunic and my brown boots. I check my hair in the steel mirror once more and walk out of the hut.
My family is small. I know this fact. But it seems like there are many more people today. It's dark out because the ceremony is always done at midnight. The time when the power of the stars is the strongest. There is a pathway made of people and my family at the very end in a circle. When I get to them, I stand face to face with Grandfather Neptune. Our Ancient of the family, who will be training me in these next couple years of my life.
The family circle closes.
“Today,” he begins, “marks the start of Estella Solaris' Journey. In the light of this night, I bestow upon her the amulet of Starling. Passed down from generations since the beginning of time, the Maker now grants her the power of many generations of the past and of the future. To guide and to protect. To lead and know.”
He says a prayer, only passed and known to and through Ancients.
He steps closer and brings the amulets to my neck. The dark turquoise jewel reflects my face. Determined. Older.
“Today, you become part of the Starling tribe.” He says to me.
Grandfather then snaps the cord around my neck. I look up to the stars and smile. The stars are shaped like a heart. Like I have a protector within the stars.
Atlas (age 16, present-day):
Age 13 (13 is on purpose instead of 12) -
I hammer down on the Starling metal. There are many types of star-made metals, but Starling I find is the easiest to handle, although my uncle, the greatest of star-smiths, cannot mold it to a shape. Tonight will be a special night, I've been told. It was supposed to happen a year ago. But the amulet didn't accept me. The legend is that it clasps to the next generation on its own. But when Grandfather Aster tried to snap it around my neck, it did not respond. They say it happens every other generation. The amulet believes I am immature. It will be proven wrong this year. As the full moon rises, signaling the near of midnight, I put away the hammer and my weapons and change into my teal-colored tunic and silver boots. I am usually confident, but there's fear in me. And doubt. I keep wondering if the amulet will reject me and has done so because of my father and what he did. The reason he's gone. I try not to think about it because it angers me. How could he leave my mother and me on our own?
I've been through the ritual before. After I walk down the path, the circle forms and Grandfather does the prayer and sayings. He brings the amulet to my neck. I see my reflection in the familiar turquoise gemstone. I shiver at the memory of a year ago, but I push it away. I am strong. I glimpse Grandfather's face. He is a stoic man, but he is my Grandfather. That is why I see the concern beginning to form at the memory of last year. But I have trust in the Maker. When Grandfather snaps the amulet to my neck, I freeze. I hear an unfamiliar click. I breathe out a breath I didn't realize I had held and look to the sky. I see the stars in the shape of a heart. My Maker loves me and protects me and the stars tell me this. A peace I have never felt settles into my soul. Despite my past, there is a future for me.