Northstar Vale Astéria

Darkness had fallen and Antigone was drawn out by the shimmering of starlight. He had seen his father talk about stars with his sister, once. It was a nice memory for the boy. They had looked happy, gazing up at the burning balls of light in the darkness. The red-hooded child had wondered why it had drawn both of their eye, why it was so important.

A chill had swept in on the wind. Antigone shivered at the touch of it, turning his sights from the heavens to the dark shadows that were created by the brush. It was an ominous sight. The boy wondered if the children from the other families were adventurous enough to journey out into the dark.