Willow's Legend - Original Version

Chapter 26

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Chapter 26:

The stars sprinkled like moon dust in the sky. They covered every surface. With stars the colors of birth-stone blue and sequin-silver and molten-gold. The way they shone light into the scene was like a beacon for lost souls.

The ones furthest away, almost outside the span of Faery (or human) comprehension, were like flashing pinpricks in a veil of darkness. They had a faint, silver tint and they looked like they were the distant, glittering sparks from an angel's heavenly fire. It seemed to Willow that there was a snowfall sparkling in outer space and she so felt privileged to witness it. As if it were meant to be for only sacred people to see.

There were tons of shooting stars, too. They would shoot through the sky leaving a streak of light behind it. The whole look was magical to Willow. A moon (almost full) hung in the middle of all the stars, leaving a eerie glow to the entire garden.

The moon's light showered over a huge, flat rock laying on the ground. It was tall, and long, and Willow could tell it was a star-gazing rock.

She understood why Michael had said, 'And that's how we know our world isn't under yours.' Because it would be impossible to have stars, first of all. Second, it would be impossible for the dark sky to look so vast if it were under a world.

It was as if she was watching a scene from an old fable stepping off the page and she was astonished by its beauty.

Michael smiled at her facial expression. He grabbed her hand and walked her to the rock. Helping her up onto it they sat on the edge shoulder-to-shoulder. He was watching with a smile playing over his lips.

"What?" Willow had to ask.

"You're acting as if you have never really seen stars before." He said. "Have you never gone star-gazing before?"

Willow shook her head, "I live in Chicago. What's supposed to be stars are towers. No, I have never seen a sight like this."

Michael smirked at her and looked up as well, "Must be boring never being able to see the stars." He said.

Willow shrugged her shoulders, "I've never really thought about it."

"You'll sure think about it next time."

"If there is a next time." The words had popped out of Willow's mouth before she could stop them. Michael looked over at her, his pale eyebrows furrowed.

"You have no self trust," He said.

"It's only logical," Willow replied, not meeting her eyes with his. "What some people call 'self trust', is just come illusion they're gripping unto. And when you're holding on to nothing, you have to let go."

Michael cocked his head to the side, "If you really had no self trust as you say you do, you wouldn't of accepted the mission. Unless, you were looking for something else."

Willow twisted her mouth a little and looked up at him, "Everybody dreams of an adventure at some point. And that is what and adventure is about, isn't it? The danger and peril and other ugly things that hold their own beauty."

Michael smiled, "That's a good way to sum it up. If I were to tell you that, out of all the Willows, I think you have the best of chances to being the one. Would that boost your self-trust?"

Willow looked up at him and smirked, "You're just flattering me."

His eyes turned serious, "You know I don't flatter."