Ayda's POV When I was a young girl, I remember my father taking me by the hand to show me our kingdom."What do you think we own?" he asked me as he held me up so I could see over the balcony."The lake, the trees, that…place over there with the nasty vegetables!" When Father laughed, it shook his belly, jostled it around like he was made of those gelatin delights my mother coveted when she was with child."We do own those! You are correct, My Shining Light! But what else?""Those houses! That train! The horses in the stable?""Yes, but what if I told you I owned the very stars you see above you?""You can't own that, Daddy! Only the Gods can!""Right again, but not 100% right. I may not own them like I do the horses, or the train, or the houses—""—or the lake, or the trees, or the nasty vegetables—""—but I do own my dreams! When the Gods gave us shape, they fashioned each of us with a soul. A purpose. A dream. A hope. And so, a star
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