The large expanse of stars hung from the thick of the heavens like millions of tiny lights. Off to the east, Venus rose up in all her glorious splendor, while Mercury was not far behind. Off in the distance Saturn, Neptune, and Uranus could be seen in all their glorious splendor.

Barakiel, angel of the zodiac, observed the stars, and the motions of the planets carefully; making sure to write down everything he saw. The cosmos held great, and powerful secrets and knowledge.

It's only too bad that I-

His thought process was interrupted when something fast head butted him in the side, knocking him over. Barakiel looked up to see a silvery winged, black hart staring down at him with large black eyes.

"Damn it!" he shouted as he maneuvered the hart's body off his own; causing it to topple a couple of times before it stood up. "You know I'm not to be interrupted when I'm working, Furfur."

Now standing up, Furfur rolled it's head, then lifted up one of it's hooves, and waved it flippantly about. "Yeah, yeah, listen no time to chat! Have you looked to the northwest? Up above?" it asked eagerly, in a very feminine voice.

Barakiel shook his head, but when he saw Furfur's head tilted up towards the northwest, he too looked towards that spot. Both of them were looking at a star that had not been there before. It was the size of a dime, and it's color was a rich violet in color.

"Has any prophecy been given?" Barakiel asked.

Furfur, now standing on her hind legs (and looking ridiculous), shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, something like, "And a ruler will arise and master the cold, but stupid rock trolls will tell her to fear her powers. Bla bla bla, at the time of her ascent she will trap everyone in eternal winter, and kill them all." that's it!"

Barakiel glowered at Furfur. The latter had a reputation for not always speaking the truth, even to the other's of her own race.

"Right, right, and whose child is she's?" he asked, bracing himself for the no doubt idiotic answer he'd be receiving.

Hooves now firmly planted on the ground, Furfur shook her entire body, and twisted her head from side to side. "How in the name of Sam am I supposed to know? For all we know, she could be the child of Furcas."

Barakiel looked unamused. Furcas was perhaps the lowest ranked of the 72 princes, and had only recently climbed his way to the rank of duke. Barakiel could not imagine any sort of prophecy being connected to the old bearded geezer.

"I suppose we'll have to wait and see," Barakiel commented.

Furfur nodded her head, then trotted off to the horizen. With a heavy sigh, Barakiel returned to his work, making sure to add the new star to his notes.