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She started her story, her voice low, as if she was telling a secret. "The night was dark before she made the stars. The night sky was dark, deep, endless. It scared her people, this feeling of endlessness, of eternity. It made them feel too small, too insignificant, too lost. So she took her people's fear and anger and lust into her hands, and she made the first stars and threw them up into the night sky. And the night sky was no longer as dark, though it was just as deep and endless as it had been before, if not more so. Her people looked up at the night sky and were no longer afraid like they had been, for they knew that she had made the stars. They began to love and cry and desire and hate and hurt, more than they ever had before. She took her people's deepest desires and fears and joys, everything that they loved and hated, and she took them into her hands and made stars. The night sky was soon filled with stars that she had made. Her people saw the stars and began to dream and hope, more than they ever had before. Their empires rose and thrived and burned and fell, and rose again. They watched her stars and under them became endless themselves."

Estella smiled, a soft yet strong smile. "That wasn't me, no," she said, answering the question you hadn't asked. "I didn't make the stars; I just watch them. My grandmama made them, when the first people were young, and now she guides them. She was a goddess." She looks off to the sky, nostalgically.

You ask: "She was?" Gods and goddesses are the stuff of myths and legends, but there's something near legendary about this shoyru.

Stella smiles contently. "Yes. She was, but gods and goddesses can die, just was men and women can. And when they do fall, they fall harder and farther than people, for they have much farther to fall. Gods and goddesses can live almost forever, as long as people believe in them; and the stars, forever present, will be worshiped forever. But a goddess can - and no doubt will, eventually - grow foolish in her old age. And that was what happened to my grandmama." She shakes her head.

Stella continues: "My mother, she was different. She didn't seem to realize the honor of this role. No," Stella stops suddenly. "No ... she realized it; she just didn't care. She wanted a different life, a simpler one. My mother didn't want to be a guardian, to be a starmaker, to be a queen; she held her title but briefly, before it was passed down to me." She turns to you, and smiles.

She bows slightly, and introduces herself to you: "I am Estella, Queen of the Stars."

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full name : alias : title : gender : age (real) : age (apparent) : species : build : skin : eyes : markings : grandmother : mother : father : loves : offspring :	Estella Laila Stjärna Estella, Stella Queen of the Stars female 8,902 years 34 years shoyru; goddess medium-curvy dark grey-blue-purple, almost black deep purple a yellow crescent moon on forehead Asteria Etoilia Stjärna (deceased) Estella Stjärna (deseased) Perses Shiva (deceased) no longer Kioshna Stjärna Arenn

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