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"She was made out of pure spirit and life. A star on earth. Yet a hurricane in space. Cassiopeia Turow was different."
When Cassiopeia leaves her small island of Sars for the continent Irille she's in for more than she bargained for. Between seeking out adventure and making a tenuous friendship with the King, she has a drug that grants superpowers and the elusive Sect organisation to deal with.


44. "So what's the point of this story?"



“So what’s the point of this story?”


Eight Years later.



Leo Castillo Turow was seven years old. He was named after a constellation and a male derivative of his sister’s name. He may have never met his sister but he knew what she was like. Cassiopeia’s story was one that he begged for each night. He even wore a necklace that his sister had had, a shard from a mirror with a quote on the back that she had sent back to her parents after her death. He played with it when he got nervous.

His parents, Olivia and Elijah Turow, loved to tell the story of their daughter and how her legacy meant so much to the world. When Leo had first heard it he asked a lot of questions, questioning everything his parents said. Then as time went on, and he got to understand their words, he became silent and listened instead of interrupting.


Leo usually spent his afternoons in a meadow where poppies grew in their abundance. He fondly remembered running through it and touching the red flowers. He had been told to be careful with the flowers, after all they had been his sister’s favourite flower.


His mother and father sometimes got sad about his sister’s death but Leo understood. Everyone got sad sometimes but what was important was that they didn’t allow that sadness to overwhelm them. Cassiopeia’s story taught him that at least. He would comfort his parents if he could but he was only seven and he didn’t know the complexities of the world just yet.


He had been promised however that for his thirteenth birthday he would travel to Irille itself, where Cassiopeia’s story mostly took place, and he would visit the memorial that had been built by King Hadrian three years after Cassiopeia’s death. He was excited and he wanted another six years to pass but what Cassiopeia had taught him was that time was precious and he was to enjoy his time on Sars while he had it.


It was twilight and therefore it was time to listen to the story once more. They were at the beach this time and Leo was skipping rocks because his father had taught him well. His mother told him how Cassiopeia boarded a ship and battled pirates and protected jewels and other cargo. She revealed how she made a friend called Tommen who she would eventually fall in love with and how she learned to trust her captain who taught her how to survive.

Then his father stopped him and ushered him over. “So what’s the point of this story Leo?” Elijah asked, propped up by an arm.

“To teach us that life needs to be lived and that just one chance is better than no chances at all.” Leo smiled revealing the gap in his front teeth from where he had lost one of his baby teeth. His dark skin and short hair and piercing green eyes reminded his parents of Cassiopeia. They had something physical to remember her by, to pass on her legacy and that was all worth it. They had done what Cassiopeia had asked.

“Cassiopeia was different. She dared to dream. But she also helped overthrow a monarchy by pitching her ideas and she helped burn down the world, but in a good way. Do you know how Leo?” His mother asked and he swayed from side to side in front of her.

“Because SIE no longer has its grip on the world like it did,” Leo answered matter-of-factly.

“That’s right,” his mother smiled, “In the eight years since Cassiopeia’s Legacy, the only place that has SIE is its capital of West Callie. King Hadrian and his husband march on the capital next month too.”

“There’s another purpose though,” his father said and urged Leo to sit down.

Leo sat and listened to his parents, and he remembered what Cassiopeia did and why she did it.


“The moral of her story is that sometimes no matter how hard we try some people don’t get their happy endings. But that shouldn’t be a negative point, some stories don’t have a happy ending but they have an impact and every life has an impact no matter how small. Their life, their story can change the course of history, can change the entire world in fact.”

“And that matters the most.” Leo whispered. He may not have his sister to cuddle and love but he had the memory of her, the legacy of her, and that would carry on past his life and beyond.




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