ONE STAR. ONE WISH. THE FATE OF A DISTANT GALAXY RESTS ON ONE GIRL’S SHOULDERS.
In 17th Century France, Starla’s life is turned upside down by a single wish. Set on an adventure to uncover her past, she encounters magical creatures, loyal friends and romance steeped in sorcery.
With her dreams about to come true, she discovers that the war in this new world and her own future are inextricably linked. Faced with an evil beyond anything she could have imagined, the galaxy sits on the brink of destruction.
Now, she must make her choice.
When the stakes are at their highest, will she have the courage to risk her own life to save everything she has come to love?
Targeted Age Group:: 13 – 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have a much younger cousin, who loved Barbie movies. After going through a marathon of them with her I realised that Barbie had never been to a different planet in her adventures. So I began to write the outline of a Barbie story where she would visit another galaxy. As I wrote the worlds grew, people were created to populate them and magic systems were developed. I realised then that this was not a Barbie or children's book at all, but a fantasy world perfect for young adults and up. And so The Falling Star was born.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some of my characters seemed fully formed the moment I started creating their worlds (Starla, Larkel, the Sacrileons). The others were given form as I developed the setting and began to populate it with people. I'd stop and think "Ok, I need some one here to do x" then I'd just let my brain go crazy creating the look and personality of this person. Character creation is one of my favourite parts of the writing process.
The Destroyer absorbed the last trace of life and a deep silence smothered the land. With a dismissive glance at the now barren world, the conqueror flicked his staff and stepped through the swirling portal. Behind him, the planet exploded. Gormule, the last inhabited planet of the Hatrion system, was now nothing more than fragments of rock and fire.
Another planet fallen to my power, he thought, his silver-lined cloak flaring out behind him as he exited the portal to float in the void of space. Yet there was no pleasure in this victory, no sense of accomplishment. There hadn't been in any of the other nine galaxies he had crushed the life from.
Still, killing other Demilain was no small feat, limited as he was. His powers had become finite since the betrayal. He bared his pointed teeth as he thought of her. The other Demilain still had infinite powers but an imbalance between life and death would cause one's power to fade temporarily. It had been almost too easy to seed the other worlds with his own death magic and tip that precarious balance.
He took a deep breath, feeling the new powers gained by the deaths of all those who had fallen at his hand over the last century. He had killed ten pairs of his kind, swiftly followed by all life on their planets save those who had proven valuable. He smirked as he adjusted the silver circlet that crossed his brow, its sky-blue stone glowing faintly, a barren tree carved within, marking him for what he was. A Demilain Destroyer.
A faint feeling of satisfaction pulsed through him as he raised his left hand, casting the circlets he held before him. He snared them with his magic. Both held stones of jade green, one with a barren tree, like his, the other one with a tree in blossom. He resisted the urge to destroy the one that had been the Demilain Creator's. It was not this Creator he wanted to kill.
Soon, he reminded himself, twirling his metal-tipped staff. The circlets bound before him began to shrink until they could fit as bracelets. His dual-coloured eyes, mostly mauve, flashed in brutal triumph as he slid the circlets over his hands, Destroyer on the left, Creator on the right. There, they joined the others, trophies of his ten victories, rising nearly to his elbows.
For the first time, he glanced around him, to the ten small cubes hanging in the inky emptiness that surrounded him. Within each, a portion of his patchwork army waited in magical stasis. Some had been spared because they had turned to his side early, eager to serve, others for their sheer ruthlessness or cunning.
Yes, I am ready now, he thought, swiftly linking the cubes to himself with lines of gold, preparing to create the portal that would finally take him home.
The view of stars and uninhabited worlds flashed by and became a meaningless swirl of colours as the victor made his final journey, a complex cage of twisted gold encompassing them.
Slowly out of the light-streaked blur, three planets emerged and took form in the star-scattered void. It was a tiny star system. To others, it may even seem insignificant.
He ran slim, golden fingers over his night-black robes. For one hundred years he had waited, using the time to strengthen himself. The billions of deaths he had orchestrated had supplemented his power and given him his army. The twenty of his own kind he had slaughtered had increased his magical store, though his body still hungered for more, for the infinite power that had once been his.
Trianon. Home. His gaze swept over the three planets surrounding their sun.
The smallest planet, closest to him, was a patchwork quilt of colours, as if made from a field of wild spring flowers. Islands of various sizes dotted a vast silver ocean, sparkling in the sun. The central, and largest, planet shimmered with dark-blue water. A single large land mass formed an irregular, vertical belt of glittering gold running from north pole to south, drawing the eye. The final planet was furthest from him. From this angle, it was almost invisible, lost behind a magical haze of slowly dying and newly forming stars that held his attention. That was where his betrayer was. Even from this distance, he could feel her.
Why hadn't she understood? He snarled. No matter. Ezira would soon pay for her lack of vision. She would be dead soon.
An uneasy thought, long suppressed, slid into his mind as he began joining the shields surrounding his army, the cubes expanding to reveal the thousands of creatures within them. He had heard tales among others of his kind. Tales told in screams of agony in their final moments before he destroyed them. Tales of a child, a Starborn and a true Soreiaphin. Its blood would hold each magic, combining it to their own once they activated their amulet. The child was expected to be born on the New Year, on the smallest planet. Such a child must be killed, or they could gain the power to overthrow the hold his kind had over this galaxy. It would potentially have the power to kill him.
But surely even Ezira would not have expended so much of herself on a fool's hope? As the final shield merged with his own, the troubling thought was replaced by another.
There were two other Starborn in this system. One, he knew was ancient, the other, little more than a child. Neither were true Soreiaphin. Still, he had to be careful where and how he spent his power. He would have to eliminate them first, without interference. Easily within his powers.
He smirked at a new memory, his waist-length, crimson hair blowing in the breeze created by the merging shields. The one who had betrayed him had also stolen an artefact of his. Perhaps the fool woman had thought she could use it. Whatever the case, through it, he had never been far from home. She had helped him spy on her all along and he would make sure she knew it before he killed her.
A hiss escaped through his pointed teeth in savage delight as a new plan took hold. The front line of the army, now visible, cringed away from his suddenly murderous gaze. One lone cube remained. In it were those who had fought well, bravely, but defied him to the end. They would be his test subjects now, help him to perfect his new plan.
For so many centuries, he had planned to return and attack the third planet directly, kill his betrayer and reclaim his home. His cat-like pupils, surrounded by a thin line of turquoise, dilated in anticipation of the horrors he would create. How terrified she would be to watch the other planets around hers fall first, to watch the hope she had put in this unborn Soreiaphin vanish as he crushed it, still within its mother's womb, before it could summon its Star or activate its powers.
Murder lit up his mauve-coloured eyes as he gave his commands to his patchwork army, mainly consisting of huge, winged beasts from the Hatrion System. The rest of his army was a mix of insignificant bipeds, with no magic or abilities of their own. He would soon rectify that. He climbed astride the alpha magmus he had tamed, casting his spells upon the bipeds. He saw their eyes widen at their increased abilities: strength, speed, intelligence, even a little magic. With each gift, their devotion to him was solidified and the bloodlust in their eyes rose to a peak, their new-scaled bodies rippling in anticipation. He gave a satisfied nod. His newly created grobblers would serve him well. The solitary cube shrunk and disappeared into his robes.
A sudden ripple of Demilain magic emanated outward from the planets. He paused, reading the magic.
A cold, mirthless laugh escaped him. The two other Starborn were now on the smallest planet.
How convenient. Clearly, Ezira had felt his magic and was trying to protect the unborn Soreiaphin. He crafted his first spell and held it ready. As soon as he set foot on that planet, no travel between the worlds would be possible unless he willed it.
His red hair whipped out behind him as he rode at the head of his horde towards Cosmaltia, the smallest planet. It would be the easiest victory he had had in centuries and the Soreiaphin would never see the light of day.
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