Trance and Dash spent the rest of their morning on their room getting to know each other a little bit more. It had after all, been centuries when they'd last seen each other as new born stars.

And while Dash was charming, there was just something different about him, something that made Trance not put privacy mode on in their room. She knew it was ridiculous, a star would never hurt their mate, without her he could never create a new life. They were destined to create a child, to be together ever since they were created.

But something was making her nervous.

She chalked it up to nerves, up until now she was independent and fighting alone, in the alternate universe Dasher had been killed. Destroyed by a sun sprite. The disgusting creatures, they were one of only things one of Trance's people feared.

Sun sprites had been around almost as long as stars. They had originated on Earth created by a sorceress in a time when gods ruled the planet. She had been the lover of Apollo, but not the only one.

You see, Apollo's other lover had been a sun avatar, and Apollo in his love for her decided to fly up to see her, in her natural form. Sadly, she had no idea of his plans, and he died in his foolishness.

So, seeing her love killed and blaming the other woman, one night the sorceress followed the avatar to a lake and as the sun creature bathed the sorceress called upon her powers and watched as the lake swallowed the sun avatar.

But the next day, she saw the woman in the market. Angry, she again set out to kill the girl. This time, she snuck into the sun avatars room while she was sleeping and stabbed her 12 times.

The next morning however, the sun avatar still came down for breakfast.

And she continued to kill the sun creature everyday for a week. Using poison, strangling her with silk, and so on.

Finally at the end of that week she realized something and cursed herself for her own stupidity.

Of course she couldn't kill the sun demon, the body was merely a shell for what she really was, she was really the bright ball of light in the sky. If she wanted the wench to die, she'd have to destroy the sun itself.

But there in lie the problem, if she destroyed the sun, then all on Earth would surely perish. So how to kill the creature without killing herself.

No one knew exactly how she did it, but one morning a servant found the body of the beautiful pink mistress lying dead in Apollo's favorite garden. Standing but three feet from the body was a woman, and five feet a man. Both wore smirks upon their faces, as if saying that they knew something that no one else did, and it could destroy the universe if not told, but they would never say it. The woman had blood upon her lips. And the man on his hands. She was teal, and he was orange.

And so the first death of a sun avatar, killing the soul without destroying the sun, occurred.

This may have not been a complete and total tragedy, had not the sorceress plunged a dagger into her own heart when other sun avatars came to find her.

For she was the only one who knew how they were created, and therefore how they could be destroyed.

Slowly over time the sprites grew in numbers, killing whenever possible. They were miserable creatures, and could only feel pleasure when taking the life of a sun. It was the only thing that spread warmth throughout their cold bodies.

And since they looked so much like a sun avatar, and could change their appearances to match any species, they killed so well.

That first death marked the beginning of an age of fear in the race. A fear of death, something they had never dealt with before.

And it all started with one sun goddess.

Elysium Gemini, Trance's mother.