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Stars

Zoe Nightshade had always loved stars. She had never thought she'd become them.

They had been her light in times of dark. They had been her guidance when she was lost. They had always been there for her, even when she was so alone.

There weren't many things more beautiful than stars. When all the other Hunters had been sleeping, Zoe had often crept out to sit in the moonlight, watching the sky twinkle like it was full of diamonds. Which, to her, it was. She loved the beauty of all nature, but stars were her favourite.

She had always felt like an outcast with her sisters in the Garden of the Hesperides. Instead of watching the sunset, she had watched the stars. She had hated dancing the people to death and keeping the men as pets. She had hated not being able to leave the garden and being stuck in the same monotonous routine day in, day out. She had wanted more.

She had become estranged from her sisters and spent more and more time sitting on her own watching the stars dance and play. She had been glad she had helped Hercules and escaped from her prison. Becoming a Hunter of Artemis had been the best thing she'd done in all her long life. She was no longer confined to the same spot. She would always be moving and she would, for once, shine bright just like her beloved stars.

Zoe had never felt guilt like she did at Bianca's death. Not even the stars could console her in those terrible times after. She had condemned a 12 year-old to death and there could be no comfort. She had sat out in the wind with her head turned upwards, but all she had seen that night was a infinite blackness with cold, fractured spots of light which were too far away to reach.

That had been the only time that she had hated the stars.

After Atlas had started her dying process, she had lain and made her peace with the stars. She had thanked them for being there when all hope seemed lost and she had stared at them one last time and counted the constellations.

Looking at them then, she had been taken back to a moment in her childhood when one of her sisters' male pets came and sat by her.

"Beautiful, are they not?" He had asked her, looking up at the stars.

"They are, surely," she had replied with caution. If she was caught talking to him she would be punished terribly.

"Do you see the patterns up there? They are constellations. I know all of them."

"Most interesting, I'm sure."

"I could teach you, if that would please thee?"

"Please do."

She had sat, spellbound as he had told her all the patterns. she had become friends with all of them and was fascinated. The man taught her every night and she slowly started falling in love with the stars.

When her sisters found out, they killed him. They said he was unreliable. From that day forth, Zoe had hated her sisters with a deadly vengeance. She never forgot the kind soul who had taught her such wonderful things.

When she came to, all her vision was black. The stars had disappeared and that scared Zoe for the first time in her immortal life. She was grateful when they came back at last. She had always wanted her last sight to be the stars.

Now, she runs across the sky, free at last. She watches over everyone below her on Earth. She hunts still as she moves with all the others around her. Her bow is a glistening group of silver stars and her arrows shoot across the pitch darkness, bringing hope to everyone.

Yes, Zoe Nightshade had always loved stars. And, in a way, she had always been a part of them.

A/N: So it was probably a but cliché of me, but how could I do a 'Stars' story not about Zoe? Please review, I love to hear what you think!