[CupcakeMomo]

"It's beautiful, the star of our dreams."

"..Our savior star."

"Look at how it's shining!"

It all felt too surreal, as if life had frozen over, spilling into a hill of dreams, cupped by tender hands of joy.  The eyes of the children mirrored the very stars in the sky, as they were fascinating by the shooting star, where it's light formed a hilt at the top, and zipped across the sky in the form of a blade.

Hamel, the Savior Star of Weseria

The loud giggles of Melidoyla permeated within the air, reaching far beyond her shy shell.
The awestruck Lacolva gasped, and tried to trace the star with a finger.
And all Catildre could go is hold her red book within her arms, stunned at the dazzling display of their star.

It's been a while, since they've gone out every night to witness Hamel, to find the star dashingly cross the stars. Finally, her dreams were being held right within her arms, held, and embraced tightly.

"We did it, girls... We did it."

But with great happiness, comes a drought, where the only thing that flows back in, as a replacement is the despair, and sadness. The misery, but here in the now? She didn't care about getting in trouble with her parents, she didn't care about staying out over curfew. Catildre could finally enjoy the spectacle she's ever wanted to see ever since she could start reading. Ever since she had her hands upon the red book that her brother gave her.


The page of her life...

Nothing could go wrong?

"Huh?"

---

The flute slithered throughout the town, and like a whisk - Torches within the pathways of the town shifted with a quiet whisper, the lit homes found their warmth, and light exiting as doors opened in the middle of the night. Like tiny rain, the skies did not rent, but the ground took over the payment, feathery steps, tiny feet. Children allured, and curious by the sounds came in dozens.

"Do you hear that?"

"Shoul-..Should we follow?"

"It can't hurt, right?"

The hushed voices came, and even the homes of the nobles were left without children, the homes of the worthless were left without children, for a collected tragedy was sure to come.  With only the moonlight to guide them, but surely to abandon them, for when the sun replaced the moon, and the cries overcame the shadows of the flute, and it's afterimage - they were gone. No longer to be found, for the children of Weseria all had vanished, in the hundreds.


Thus...

The ancient tale of

The Three Hundred Children of Weseria.

was born.

---

"Why?"

Catildre's eyes were wide, hands trembled, as if stirred by Vdali's footsteps.

"Why me? Why us?"

Shakily, she looks over into the darkness, a hand held.

"Meli...Come on.. I-..." The teary eyed Catildre couldn't comment on the state of their friend, Lacolva as they moved off further, from darkness into more darkness, where only the noise of the flute drowned their frightened ears.

It was not a fun game.

"No-...No one is going to find us." Melidoyla whispered out.


"It hurts.. I can't keep walking, Catildre." Time felt so unrecognizable. How long have they been walking down here? Catildre urged Melidoyla to keep following her, step for step.  "Ju..Just leave me behind..." Melidoyla tiredly said, as Catildre shook her head, and continued her steps. There had to be a way out.

"We're almost there, Meli. I promise."

Catildre wasn't sure anymore, and some voices, she just couldn't hear anymore.

It was scary.
It felt like it was over.

Catildre looked over, behind her shoulder to check in on Melidoyla

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