Starglow Basin fifty-second

He sniffed a laugh, raising one paw towards a distant star.


If you were to follow that star, far to the east, you would find the place I was born. He stepped forward a singular step, compelled to remember it, all of it.

The place of my parent’s greatest triumph, and my greatest shame. Probably in smoking ruins by now. He swallowed, licked his lips.

There was a reason i warned you of nobility, all that time ago. There’s a reason I know it. I wasn’t always a priest, Senmut. To his greatest of horrors, he felt emotions constricting his throat.

Mirzadeh. My last name. Once upon a time, in a place far to the east, it meant something. My first name, Akhtar, means star. Mirzadeh is a title. Given to the first royal son. He looked away in shame.

I know how nobles are because I was one. And like Icarus, he fell so far.