When he noticed the sneaky fox outside the tent, Sorakar had just closed his eyes and was about to pray to the stars. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's almost a daily part of her routine, praying to the heavens and listening to the wisdom of the gods — of course, she has to admit that she doesn't always hear the voices from the sky.

But this prayer kept her still.

The gods often do not tell humans what to do, and there are always few oracles that come down, and they often only send revelations to those who have a heart, and they unwittingly capture the inspiration given by the gods and make amazing discoveries.

She believed so firmly in the stars, in the eternal and shining beings, and taught the Ionians who sought the truth with that wisdom.

People worship her as the embodiment of the stars that have landed in the world.

Because she, Soraka, has always been a lucky person, and she has been destined to be different since birth.

She could hear the voices, the voices from the distant stars, and she followed the guidance of the voice, slowly unearthing the mysterious power that lurked within her—

Known as the Power of the Stars, the planet's oldest and most powerful primordial force.

No one knows her origins, they say, she is a goddess who descended from the heavenly realm, the daughter of the god of the stars.

Starfall was just a deserted outskirts a few years ago, but it got its name and prospered day by day because at some point, a meteor fell here, and the mysterious power emanating from the crater attracted countless people to live here.

And she is the god who came to the world through this meteorite-

These are just nonsense legends, only Soraka herself knows, she is just an ordinary girl, without the so-called innate "divine powers", and her parents are dead - she thinks it is probably so, because she has no impression of her parents.

All she knew was that she was an orphan, like every child who had lost her parents, living alone on the streets, growing up strong and stubborn.

People will always talk about sympathy when they point to her, but when she needs help, no one wants to put their hand on her dirty.

It's like people pity the puppies who shiver in the cold wind, but they only talk about it and think about it, and at most they just throw a bone away from afar to send them away.

No one wants to carry it into a warm room, and no one wants to approach and touch its dirty head, comfort it, and listen to its voice—

Cleansing oneself is basically a luxury in people's acts of kindness.

She slowly stopped counting on anyone's care, and all she could hope for every day was to talk to those stars.

Except for that person......

Soraka's heart softened.

She had never seen such a person who was willing to dirty himself to accomplish goodness - even if he was a child, a child who was as simple as a blank sheet of paper, without so-called prejudices, would be taught by adults who thought they knew a lot not to approach a "wild child" like her.

Only Yi is an exception.

He brought her, the first blanket in her life, and Soraka only learned later, that it was his own blanket, which he secretly brought to her, and he endured the cold of the night in the bamboo forest.

He would never throw cold food at her.

She remembered her first acquaintance with Yi, when Ionia had fallen in the first snow, and she had hidden outside the walls of the rich house, huddled in a small clearing under the beautifully angled cornices.

He suddenly sat down beside her.

Soraka herself was startled, and her body holding her legs couldn't help but shrink to the side—

She subconsciously resisted this approach, and the white eyes she received when she grew up, in her mind, had already subtly regarded herself as an annoying existence.

He took out a cloth bag from his arms, and the coarse cloth was spread out beside it, revealing a soft white mass wrapped in it, and the bursts of fragrant heat emitted a mist in the air.

It was the steamed buns, those delicious delicacies that exuded aroma in the steamer, and she didn't even dare to hope for extravagance, but now, the kind of white flower food that could never be reached in her world was placed in front of her.

"Here's it." He grabbed a bun and handed it to her.

Soraka couldn't help but swallow her saliva, the fragrance, she had only smelled it from afar, her hand had just stretched out halfway, but she retracted it hesitantly, as if she was worried that her hand was dirty, and rubbed the corner of her clothes.

Soraka didn't know why she was a little scared, and she didn't dare to look at his face, only daring to glance at him once in a while.

There was already a little stubble on his slightly immature cheeks, and the smile on his face was as warm as the warmest sunshine in winter, maybe not handsome, but just looking like a very good-looking, very kind appearance.

It was also at this moment that he suddenly grabbed her hand and put the bun in her palm.

It was warm, and just enough not to feel the temperature of her hand, and she could hardly tell whether what remained in the palm of her hand was the temperature of the bun or the temperature of his fingertips at that moment.

"My name is Yi." The boy scratched his head and said with a smile, seeing that she had not started for a long time, he picked up one himself, and then took a big bite. "It's delicious."

It was also later that Soraka learned that this boy was the child who was chosen as a disciple by the Sword Master, and in the eyes of everyone, he deserved respect more than any child of the same age, because everyone in the village believed that he would become a great swordsman and the guardian of the village.

And not like her, a poor worm who was abandoned by everyone.

That day, he dragged her to the bamboo forest where he was cultivating, and begged the master to take her in, and her wandering life of eating and sleeping in the open came to an end.

Fate has been rewritten since then.

But maybe it's because Soraka is afraid of Master Yi, like every kid in town. Because he was an alcoholic, he was a heavy drinker, and he always seemed drunk, and I heard that he only sobered up when he was dancing with a sword.

Perhaps because of the girl's self-esteem and stubbornness, Soraka did not ask for such pity, but chose to set up a tent on the top of a hill by the bamboo forest.

She didn't like the cold jungle, she had loved since she was a child, the kind of place where she could see the stars when she looked up at night.

It was also that night that she heard the voice from the sky for the first time.

"Soraka, Soraka." The voice called to her.

The voice came from the widest of the universe, telling her that it was the voice of the stars, and that she had been chosen to be the apostle of the stars.

Yi would come every night to chat with her, talk about those ethereal ideals, or give her a performance of the swordsmanship she had just learned. He treats her like a brother, but Soraka faintly feels that for Yi, her feelings have long surpassed the so-called brother and sister affection-

He was her only support.

When she was alone, she listened quietly to the wisdom of the stars, as if she had melted into the night, into the vast sky of the stars, and the mysterious power of the stars slowly seeped into every inch of her skin and bones.

During the day, she would go to town and use this mystical power to help them heal their wounds or solve their problems. Every time it is time to eat, he will make light dishes, warm a pot of wine, and send it to the Sword Saint master and apprentice to thank them for their kindness.

Although Yi always said that she did not need to thank her, she always believed that she would exchange her actions for respect, not pity.

She used the power of the stars to maturity day by day, and the people in the village began to accept her, but her body began to undergo some strange changes at some point, until one day, Soraka woke up in the morning and suddenly found that she had become a monster-

A single horn grew from her forehead, her soft feet turned into hooves like cows and sheep, and a terrible tail grew behind her.

Like a monster.

She didn't go anywhere that day, she hid in the tent alone, crying, she was afraid, and she didn't know what she was afraid of. She didn't want anyone to see her like that......

"I don't want to see you." Soraka cried, her fingers tightening the door.

But Yi is always Yi, he still rushed in, and when he saw her appearance, he was not surprised, but only breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were injured somewhat, it really scared me to death." ”

That night, he hugged her.

"This, what's there, no one will hate you because of this." He said softly.

It wasn't until she finally fell asleep with dry tear stains that he quietly left.

"You will be a god, Soraka, and you will be freed from the mortal body and have a holy new life." The voice of the stars explained. "One day, you will be with the gods."