A/N: This story is dedicated to Celia, who came in Second Place in my ever on going contest! I do hope that I've done well with her character and capturing it in just a few small words. c:
"That isn't right," mutters Stella, and she narrows her dark blue eyes up at the sky.
It looks normal, at first glance. Dark and wide and calm, with those bright white lights scattered about that she has always loved. The night sky is peaceful, as it always is.
Except it isn't, at a second glance, because those bright lights don't match up to the marks on her paper. Something is different about the constellations, the order wrong and messed up and just not right at all.
Orion should be right there, but it isn't.
Instead, Mare Minor is there.
And it shouldn't be.
Stella's books say as much, and so does her mother and Luna is always right when it comes to things that revolve around the night.
Always.
Except, this time, the stars say otherwise.