Free falling was not something she enjoyed. In fact, it scared her more than anything. She watched as she was cast down from her love ones, her home, her stars. She could fell the bright blue light forming around her. It gave her a certain shape, a certain strucutre that she wasn't sure she liked. Still, she knew she was about to hit. To hit that land that was forseen for her. Her new home. Blackness surrounded her as a loud crash filled the air. Dirt kicking up in different directions and making a vast cratar for her bed while she waited for them to find her. She had a sinking feeling, slowly she slipped away.
This fragile girl that lay in the ditch was different. She had pale golden hair, almost the same color of the stars from this vantage point. Her skin was such a pale that if it was paler, it would've been transparent. On her forhead, lay a light blue star that was a scar. All in all, this girl was fragile and beauiful like a star. She was slender though, and more on the tall side. Her name was Arya, a nick name for her old name Artemis. She grasped onto her memories, wanting to keep them. Still, her family warned her they would be taken away in the begining, just the ones of her family anyway. She would go off, into the world, with no memory of loved ones or anything. Slowly those happy memories slipped away and she slipped away as well. One fadding memory stuck out greatly, her mother was telling her to avoid falling in love. What was this love? And how did you fall into it? Still, the memory soon left her dazzed and confused.