The world was quiet. Air was cold and nothing moved. They were all waiting for time of great sadness and didnt know what to do. They just waited. Clouds were crying and the sun has disapeared and moon had come to light this last night. Only thing that moved was the stars.
The stars were all great friends. The oldest created the shapes of beauty. The Second was the light of dark nights. The third cherished life more than others. The fourth took care of everyone else. The fifth was made of tears, she was only one who felt sadness and pain so others could be happy. The sixth
Had a voice which was just like angels, but much more pure and when she sang, everyone else sat in silence.
The last of the stars was the most beautiful of them all. She had the gift to heal others and give them hope to last longer.
But now she was gone, and others were lost in the endless sky, seeking for their queen. They didnt know that they wouldnt find her until the end of times. When the end of their days comes, the world will be build again and they will find what they have been looking for. To light a new hope into their hearts.
