The Stars in the Sky

A Stardust fanfic about the life of a fallen star named Mauve who was adopted in Stormhold, just next to the Wall. Mauve begins to go on the run after she learns the witches have tracked her down after two years. Along the way she makes some unlikely friends and has a brilliant adventure!


2. The Boy With The Crown

I looked happily at the market in Stormhold. It was just a mile from the Wall that separated our magical world from the human world. And today was a sunny, warm day so the market was full of traders and customers. It was always a cheerful sight.

“Mauve?” I heard my mother, Cassandra, yell. “Mauve! There you are!” I turned and smiled at her. She wasn’t my real mother but it felt like she was. I’m not really sure who my real mother is, actually. I fell two years ago, from the sky I mean. I was a star. I guess I still am. But I don’t shine anymore. I lost my glow about eight months ago.

“You ran off... again.” My mother looked amused. I shrugged but couldn’t suppress a mischievous grin.

“Sorry.” I replied, turning back to the market. “Busy day again?” I asked, looking at our stool set up right in the middle of the market. My Dad, Romulus, was behind the long wide table carefully arranged with everything you could ever possibly want or need: books, toys, paintings... everything!

“I’m afraid so.” I heard the smile in her voice. “You’d better go over and give him a hand, Mauve.” I shot her a puzzled look. A couple of seconds later when I glanced back at Dad, I saw what she meant. Two customers had begun to argue over a bracelet, both female. The thing was, Dad was actually pretty awful with ‘the opposite sex’ as he liked to call females. It makes us sound like monsters!

I made my way over to the arguing ladies, shooting Dad an amused glance before intervening.

“Ladies, please.” I interrupted. They both glared at me. “We have one exactly like that in one of the boxes behind the stool, don’t we Dad?” The three of us looked over at my poor, trembling father. He nodded, gulping, and ducked under the table to fetch the bracelet. The two women smiled graciously at me and then each other before paying and leaving the stool. Dad shot me a grateful look.

“I don’t know how you do it, Mauve.” He told me, wiping nonexistent sweat off his forehead. I rolled my eyes, giving him a playful shove.

“Dad, you are so useless!” I joked, grinning at him. He returned the grin.

“Excellent work, Mauve.” Mum called as she walked swiftly over. Dad gripped her waist and pulled her close to him. I smiled at the two of them. “Romulus, you need some work.” Mum and I laughed as Dad turned pink.

Suddenly, gasps flew from every direction and screams of terror erupted from various people’s throats. The three of us looked around puzzled. A dark smoke snaked its way towards our stool, engorging it with wisps of black tendrils.

“Mum?” I screamed. “Dad?” The smoke enveloped around me. I felt something grasp at my shoulder. Spinning around, I saw my mother choking horribly, making retching noises.

“They... they found you.” She managed before collapsing.

“Mum?!” I fell onto my knees beside her body. “Mum?” I sobbed. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not now. They hadn’t found me for two years. Why now? The smoke began to curl around my feet and wrists. Wiping my eyes roughly, I got to my feet. As much as I loved my mother, her death wouldn’t be in vain. She died trying to save me. I could morn for the rest of my life; I just had to get out of here.

I stumbled blindly out of the smokes grasp and found myself outside The Slaughtered Prince. I could hide in there; I thought with hesitation and barged in. The pub downstairs was full so no one noticed me erupt into the room and charge upstairs. All I had to do was find a room to hide in whilst the witches searched for me. Any place would do.

I reached the top of the stairs and looked at the endless line of doors. Which to choose? Seriously, I thought, I’m about to die and I’m debating what door to go into?! Pushing away my thoughts, I yanked open the third door along and shut it with a thud behind me. I felt my forehead bang on the door loudly. Then I realised what I had just done. I spun around to find a boy, perhaps two or three years older, staring dumbfounded at me.

“Hi.” I gave him a small, shy wave. “I’m really sorry about this but I need to hide in your wardrobe.” I would have face palmed myself but it wasn’t really the time. He stared at me like I was from another planet. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I ran over to his wardrobe, which was a very nice make by the way, and slammed it shut. At the exact moment I did, the door to the room hit the wall. I breathed in. They knew I was there. They knew, they knew, they knew.

“Hello, deary.” One crooned from the doorway. They were so close. “You haven’t seen a strange girl around lately, have you?” I sucked in my breath quietly. Would he say anything?

“What kind of girl are you referring to?” The boy asked politely in his deep, powerful voice. The witches cackled as if his comment was a joke and I heard one walk across the room.

“Oh, she’s about so high,” She paused, clearly to indicate my height. “Has very pretty blonde hair and brown eyes.”

“Have you seen her?” The third witch asked, dragging her feet across the floor, presumably towards the boy. I crossed my fingers and prayed with every bone in my body. Please, don’t say anything, I begged him silently.

“I’m afraid not, ladies.” He replied. “But if I do, you’ll be the first to know.” I almost smiled. He was perfectly charming, even when dealing with witches. One made a snorting noise and they all creeped back out of the room, slamming the door just as loudly as they had opened.

His footsteps power walked to the cupboard I was in and he threw open the doors, grabbing my arm. I knew he was about to shout so I pressed my hand over his mouth. He looked slightly alarmed at first but stayed silent. We listen patiently until the witches finished interrogating every last customer and left the inn.

He yanked me closer towards him, his face crumpled in anger.

“What was that?” He yelled. He didn’t wait for a reply. “Why are witches after you? What did you do to get them so mad? Why-”

“I would answer your questions but you won’t shut up.” I snapped. He fell silent, smouldering at me through beautiful dark eyes. “That was a trio of witches. I did nothing to get them so mad, apart from live and you don’t need to know why they’re after me.”

“Why not?” He asked almost childishly. I raised an eyebrow.

“Because you’d probably try and kill me.” I replied. He stared at me, gobsmacked, trying to figure out whether or not I was joking. Slowly, he released my arm and helped me out of the wardrobe. Then, he stepped back and pulled a hand through his dark hair, embarrassed.

“Well, is there any way I can help?”  He asked at last, averting my gaze. I shrugged.

“Not really.” I managed, before bursting into tears. The boy stared at me, unsure of what was going

on. Then, as if finally deciding I wasn’t a bomb, strode over to me and pulled me into a warm hug.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” He whispered in my ear. I buried my face in his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” I clung onto him as if my life depended on it. A few moments ago, it had. He held me there, strong and steady until I finally answered.

“My parents... they... I-” I faltered.

“You’re all alone?” He asked, his voice breaking slightly. I nodded, feeling unable to say anything more on the matter. The boy released me from his steady grip, causing me to almost fall with the new effort of needing to stand up. He caught me easily.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He asked, raising my chin so I’d look into his eyes.

“Mauve.” I croaked, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. “What’s yours?”


“Prince Amir?!” Oh. God. What had I done? He looked slightly embarrassed and nodded, staring cautiously at me as if I’d explode at any second.

Let me just go through what I’d done. I’d left my parents in a dark, deathly smoke. Then, I’d run like an idiot into a crowded inn and flung myself upstairs. After that, I barged into the Prince’s room and asked to hide in his wardrobe whilst three witches interrogated him on my whereabouts. What was wrong with me?

“Oh. My. God.” I put my head in my hands, my face burning up like crazy. “Why didn’t you say something? Anything!” I heard him laugh. And I wanted him to do it again. It was a perfect laugh, a beautiful one.

“Well, it’s not often I get a girl coming in here to hide in my wardrobe.” He replied, winking. I couldn’t help but splutter with laughter and give him a playful shove. “Unless of course, you were actually here to see me...” I rolled my eyes at him.

“If I’d known this was your room, I would not have come in!” I replied indignantly. He turned away, and starting looking at something.

“Right, of course.” He told me sarcastically. “I bet that’s what you say to all the nobles after you sneak into their houses just to meet them.” I couldn’t help but grin.

“You are so full of yourself.” I muttered, unwilling doing another roll of the eyes. Amir turned around, smiling and gave me another wink.

“Comes with being a Prince, right?” I stared at him, not sure whether to laugh or not. There was a seriousness in his eyes that was unmistakable. He was making a joke, but really, he meant it. Whether he knew it or not.

“Not always.” I replied, frowning. “You didn’t tell the witches where I was. Why?” He stared uncertainly at me for a moment.

“You know, I’m not quite sure yet.” I frowned at him as he stepped around the four poster bed and put some clothes into a trunk.

“Yet?” I asked, laughing. “It sounds like we’ll be spending a lot more time together.” He grinned at me for a moment before continuing to put things in his trunk. “Are we going somewhere?” Suddenly, Amir turned to me and tapped the side of his nose, giving me a knowing glance.

“It’s a surprise.” He replied, smiling. “Somewhere the witches won’t expect you to go.”

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