Stars

         “Tell me, why do you fear the stars?”

           A small chuckle escaped her lips as she stared at the night sky, her face torn between awe and anxiety.

“There are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on the earth, infinite more chances for planets, the existence of a race more dangerous and destructive than the ones we rule over.” Her gaze turned towards the mass of blue and green, a rock covered in humans, the most horrible creatures. “I don’t want there to be more.”

“I see. But we created this universe, surely we know what’s out there.” he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Her response was another small chuckle, more hollow than the first. 

“We created but a mere small fraction of it with good intentions, and look where it got us. A hot mess. Being a God doesn't guarantee good intentions, nor perfection.” 

He let out a thoughtful hum. “I too, fear the stars.”

A girl was lying in the grassy nulls of her home thousands of light years away, a vast field with a dot of light like the moon in the night sky, warm and inviting in the chill of the dark expanses of nothing but danger and darkness. The stars called to her, she had a house, sure, but her heart was in other places. They say your home is where your heart is. So hers was among the stars, across the expanses of the universe. If only she could escape to where she belonged. She often felt she was born on the wrong planet, at the wrong time, the wrong everything. Nowhere fit her or her heart, so it must fit somewhere out there if humans were indeed not alone in the universe. She knew they weren’t, everyone did. But no one dared voice it.

Her mother had always used stars as a metaphor. Her mother had always made it plain to her.

“Everyone is a star. However, for a star to be born, a gaseous nebula must collapse. You have to let yourself collapse, crumble, fall. It’s okay, this is your birth.” 

But what about literally? Could she be an actual star, a burning star trapped inside a vessel that didn’t allow her to truly be her, was that possible? Her eyes were lost in her thoughts, her brain fuzzy with questions. Then it all came crashing down. Literally. 

A meteor hurled straight for her, and before she could even react she was crushed, a boom splitting the silence temporarily. From beneath it came a glow that slowly encased it, lighting it until it shot up into the sky again, leaving not a single trace of the girl behind. 

She was truly a star now, and a very dangerous one.

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