Umbrael had shattered the stars.
Not metaphorically—literally. One by one, constellations were wrenched from the heavens and hurled like spears into the ground, leaving holes in the sky.
Each impact sent tremors across the forest.
Lucky took to the air, flying higher than she'd ever dared. Wind lashed at her wings. The air grew thin.
And she sang.
A song of the stars—not of where they were, but of what they meant: guidance, wishes, light in the dark. Her voice wrapped the sky in a shield of song.
One by one, the stars paused in their fall.
And one by one, they turned back.