hazel levesque
The sea is a terrible thing, Hazel decides on the rickety old boat. She doesn't know what it's called, but it's what's called the 'Roman Navy.' But Hazel's far from the ground and far from where she is comfortable and she's in Neptune's domain; Neptune with whom her father has a rivalry.
Hazel heaves into a bucket. She doesn't know where Frank and Percy are. Frank hadn't seemed to like the vomiting but had stayed out of the kindness of his Canadian heart — Percy had been manning the ship, last she remembers.
Now it's night — no sign of either of them.
Hazel grimaces. She does not like this. Not at all.
Where's the land? she wonders.
A long, long way ahead, Hazel answers herself. She would watch the sea if that didn't make her want to throw up her already meager breakfast; so she watches the sky instead.
She notes the constellations in the skies. Hazel spots Scorpius, its tail flicking in her field of vision. There's the summer triangle: Deneb, Vega, and Altair. There's one other one, too — she doesn't know its name, but it looks like a girl holding a bow and arrow, fierce expression seeming to convey, Let's talk.
Hazel's mesmerized. How does a constellation — a mere cluster of stars — hold that much emotion? That much expression? There is magic in the stars, she knows, controlled by the Lady Diana, but normally they do not shine out in this way; they don't draw her in this way. Normally stars repel her a little bit. Of course, naturally, they would. Jupiter and Pluto do not get along, either.
There's a long road ahead, the girl seems to say. But you'll reach land, and you'll find your path.
Land is far off, thinks Hazel in reply. But you are here now. And I will take what I can get.
this one's kind of small, i was kind of uninspired. i think it turned out okay, though. all of the other constellations are from whirligig by paul fleischman (reading it as a class novel) and i have no clue about their positions in the sky, sorry for any inaccuracies