( GODDESS OF THE STARS )

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒    𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐

.・゜-: ✧ :-𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄, left her deranged and with a forsaken mindset. the village shunned her away, all because her powers which were too impeccable to comprehend. cursed with misfortune every lifetime left her craving to feel wanted, it created an abyss inside of her heart which was never to be satisfied. born with an insatiable appetite for destruction.

 she was a goddess, her mother and father two of the most important figures at olympus. demise after demise she would be resurrected, only to have to endure a heart-rendering and illogical type of torment from the people who should've worshipped the ground she walked on. this time was no different to the others as hung tied to a stake in an isolated part of the woods of salem.

her frock torn, hair dishevelled and slashes exposed to the villagers. tears stained her now pale cheeks as the flames of the newly lit torch made their way nearer, globules of sweat beaded her forehead as her nebulous eyes that reflected the heavens so much lost their final flicker of hope. the flames engulfed her body, as her disgruntled pleas of help started their echoing throughout village destined to haunt salem for another decade.

as she knew it was the price of being a witch, no matter where she would go her species was always seen as the wrongdoers yet she was just a girl programmed to destroy. It's all a bit tragic really, isn't it?

.・゜-: ✧ :-

"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞?!" hercules shouted towards his father as he paced around the throne room of olympus in worry and anger, his little sister was down on earth being tortured and no one was doing anything to stop it.

"you know how hera is" zeus grunted into his glass of wine, not too worried about the child. she was immortal after all, it's not like she was dying, only suffering. he was glad hecate wasn't around though, the woman nearly as scary as hera.

"just let her come home, please father" hercules began to plead towards the man not knowing what else to do, he cared for his sister more than he let on and couldn't take what was happening to her.

she was the closest of his siblings, too many others to bother even getting to know. there was something different about astra though, she was more powerful than the others. the stars aligned perfectly the night she was born all those thousands of years ago giving her unimaginable qualities, surely powerful enough to stop the world spinning on it's axis.

"her sentence is not up yet" zeus quipped, the man was cruel and unloving. the only one of his children who he truly cared for was athena, none of his other offspring could ever live up to his precious athena. not even astra, his youngest and possibly most celestial daughter.

"it's been four hundred years, let her come home!" hercules nearly cried as he dropped to his knees in front of the man. tears threatening to spill. hercules had already lost his wife and his son due to hera's jealousy and wouldn't risk losing his sister because of the ghastly woman.

zeus pondered for a second before granting his son this one wish, it was the least he deserved. it seemed all of his children had to suffer because of his mistakes and hera's jealousy and maybe this once it was time to end their suffering. with a click of his fingers astra's body was brought from salem and up back to olympus. 

the girl dropped to her knees trying to catch her breath as she clutched her chest. her frock was burnt and ashy as well as her skin, she was barefoot and blood dripped from all over her arms, bruises black and blue littering her skin.

hercules was up in a second and at his sisters side holding the girl closely to him, pulling her as close as possible. astra let herself be engulfed by his arms before looking up to see her father perched upon a throne with what looked like no care in the world. but if you looked close enough you would be able to see the small flicker of regret and pity that he held for his children.

"i'm home?" she whispered not knowing if she was dreaming or not, the possibility of it being one of her dreams before being reborn again scaring her. she didn't think she'd be able to continue living that wretched life.

"you're banishment was revoked, you're home" hercules reassured the girl pulling back from her and putting his hands on her cheeks "helene and circe are still here" he whispered lowly knowing she'd probably want to see her sisters.

"where's my mother?" she asked the boy before glancing at her father, if she could even really call him that anymore. he never acted as a father before her so why should she treat him like one.

"she will be returning soon from tartarus with persephone" and with that the man was gone, probably to find a new nymph to seduce and destroy. 

she was home, she was back at olympus with her wretched father and his wretched wife, her cursed brother and beautiful sisters, her mother who she hadn't seen in decades. it was certainly odd and questioning but she was somewhat grateful. 

she made a promise to herself that day to never let herself be burnt at a stake again for what she was, no instead she'd embrace it and make those men who harmed her pay for her suffering.