I always had a fascination with the stars. My first warm childhood memories were my older sisters pointing out constellations at night and my last were those moments with that hero underneath their glow. Still, admiring them for thousands of years is nothing compared to being a part of the stars themselves.

The only color in my new form is starlight, but I had a soft spot for simplicity. I still had my trusty bow and quiver, they too were made of starlight and the arrows seemed endless. I discovered in the first ten minutes I could roam wherever I wished and the mortals would never realize I wasn't in my place. And by gods the creatures. I could hunt them and they would reform before my eyes. The best part is that they held no ill will for this and enjoyed the play.

Eventually, I started to stumble upon people. The first was the Virgo, who was one of my favorite sisters in arms and the first hunter. She stood perfectly still, her face wearing a vacant expression.

"Cora?" She stayed the same and in place. Panic and fear arose with in me. "Cora, it's Zoe." No reaction and anxiety reached new heights. I screamed in her face. "CORA!" Nothing happened, and I felt my heartbreak a bit.

A hand is placed on my shoulder, I turn, and pin the arms above the figure. The figure in question is a mid aged woman of grand elegance with a crown resting on her head. She appears tired from the lack of light where her eyes should be and a bit annoyed by me. I let go of her arms and she gracefully falls into a standing position and fluffs her hair.

"Well, that was rude of you Zoe Nightshade."

"How do you-Wait I just said you!"

The figure rolls her eyes. "All constellations speak in the language of the time, so you can speak perfect modern English."

I cross my arms. "What if I don't to speak yo-thy like this?"

She shrugs. "Well you have to focus and think about the words before speaking. But, the longer you're up here and the less you speak, the quicker it vanishes, I say two years on average."

I look at my statue of a friend. "Is that what happened to Cora? She lost her voice or something?"

The figure sighs. "That girl stayed up here less than a century before heading off for rebirth."

"Rebirth?"

"Yes, she's on her 22nd life at the moment and I believe you've met her, an Annabel Case or something."

My eyes widened, the girl who had held up the sky and who knows what else she will do was once my first best friend. I filed those thoughts for later due to bigger questions. "So, how did she get rebirth?"

The woman plays with her dress. "She died, wanted to be reborn, so Death escorted down. Foolish move if you ask me, with Zodiacs being so popular but I do envy the choice."

I looked at her with curiosity. "Explain."

The woman looks at me right in the eyes. "I was placed here for being boastful by the gods, so I'm forced to stay up here for all eternity. The Gemini were kind enough to free me from my throne though, so it isn't so bad."

"You're Cassiopeia."

She rolls her eyes. "So what? It doesn't matter who I was in life, because I can never get a shot at it again like your sister did."

"It's your own fault."

She points her figure in my face. "Well, let's hear you talk like that a millennia from now, because you'll be stuck up here with me and who's ever let."

I scowled. "What's stopping me from leaving? I mean, I'll stay but I don't know how long..."

She laughs at me as if I spoke a joke. "Don't you understand? You were born immortal, you can't be reborn."

I know I should be working on my other stuff, I should also be reading A Separate Peace for English. But, I procrastinate and ideas like this pop into my head so I write. This is going to be a few short chapters about Zoe and what she goes through, no this will not be PercyxZoe but their will be romance. Cora is a past life from my other story "The Many Lives of Annabeth", which you don't have to read to understand this. Fav, Follow, or Review.