Everyone sounded the same when they died.
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older.
No one deserves to be whipped like an animal.