until every last star in the galaxy dies
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irius has heard of the island that rose like a great monster from the sea, of the volcano that had created a new land in a day. The sailors had called it magic, and cursed it for being so; many ships had been moored because of the sea creatures that prowled the sea, many captains too afraid to set their crew against their superstitions.He had not told them that he, too, was made of magic, in case they chose feared him then, as well.
Instead he had taken to the skies, to see for himself what the seas held.
He soared now through the skies, his large wings spread to either side of him, carving a pathway through the open air. Below him stretched the ocean, as dark and blue as he had ever seen it, a jag of black rock splitting it in two. Above him was the sky, as endless and welcoming as always. For a while he had spun onto his back, letting himself drift on a draft, his eyes searching the heavens for the stars they hid. Earlier it had been day, and the brightness of the sun had drowned out their light; but now the moon reigned supreme, and she was crowned on every side by the small, luminous freckles of the heavens. Sirius knew their place by instinct, and he traced the outlines of their constellations with his imagination.
He is not sure how long he flies, alone in the light of the stars, before the island rises into view. He can see the volcano, now sleeping, rising like a heathen from the land, refusing to be constrained by it even in slumber. Sirius drifts lower, and lower, and lower still, until the salt spray from the waves below him kisses his face. He drifts so low that one hoof, when he stretches it down, splits through the waves and disappears, momentarily, beneath the water.
But soon he pulls it away, and draws back into the air. The beach is close now, so close he can see the waves lapping like hungry things at its shore.
And he sees something glowing, there where the strange black bridge meets the island, something blue and bright and different. For a second he circles overhead, puzzling it out to be a horse, with something like a strange snake wound about their neck. It waves in the wind around him, bobbing gently like the waves.
Sirius lands not far from him, holding his wings out to either side to steady himself.
”Hi you!” he calls to the stranger, and his voice feels strangely loud here on the island, as if the life and delight has been drained out and they are the only ones left to rejoice. ”My name Sirius!”
I'LL BE WITH YOU
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