Not Her Anymore

He travels the fastest that travels alone. –Rudyard Kipling

She wasn’t Star anymore, hadn’t been called by that name since she’d left her Queen and her home.

(Sometimes it felt like she hadn’t really been Star since Comet had left, but there were years between her sister’s departure and her own so it couldn’t be that, surely.)

She was tired, but not physically. Her Queen had made certain that she would never have those kinds of problems once more and she very carefully didn’t think of the tiny piece of Solaris’s own personal Crystal hidden within the cracked cavity of the shared Crystal of the Star and Comet Guardians. So long as she was able to have even a smidgen of light reflect nearby, she’d be full of energy and not tire.

It was her mind that was tired.

She’d been on this journey for so long and been so very alone throughout it all.

But she wasn’t going to turn back. Hadn’t turned back during all the times it had been offered and though she knew that many would never begrudge her taking a companion or even turning back entirely after doing this, hunting this, for so long she would never forgive herself.

“I travel fastest when I don’t have to worry about anything but my task. The last time I traveled with another, it only brought pain and sorrow. I will not make that mistake again.”

The woman clad in crimson closed her eyes for a split second before leaping away, eyes now open and continuing her journey.

The smoking ruins of the town below continued to smolder in the light breeze behind her.


Inspired by today’s prompt from Light and Shade Challenge and now that I’ve remembered to check, I have missed the word limit part of the challenge. Again.

I do that a lot, don’t I?

Journey’s End, One Can Only Hope – Traces Prompt #10

Solaris looked out over her people. They were happy and thriving, the pains and losses of the war finally starting to be forgotten. It had been a long road for her to walk, for her to watch her people walk, but they were finally starting down a new part of the path.

She did not turn her head to her faithful Guardian who remained standing at her side, rigid, her eyes scanning the room for any threat, perceived or otherwise.

Solaris held in a sigh. Star still had a long way to go to find peace.

If she ever did.

Solaris would not give up hope that such a thing was possible for her oldest friend. If she gave up hope then it would be certain that Star would never find her own inner peace.

Star was annoying like that lately. If it was something that Solaris had given up on then Star would not fight quite so hard for it. It was like the woman had given up on anything that wasn’t already hoped for by someone she deemed worthy of making such decisions.

Unfortunately, Solaris was on top of the Decision Pedestal for the Guardian and the queen couldn’t think of anything that would remove her from this position.

Well, she’d just have to think of something to fix this problem.


Inspired (late, I know) by last week’s Traces Prompt from Olianna.