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READ THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS: Starfall (The Starlight Chronicles, #0.2) by P.S. Malcolm

Centuries have passed since Adrina's death, and Julian—now Jason—has dedicated himself to redemption in her honour. She and the Starlight Princess have been reincarnated, and Julian must face his haunted past in P.S. Malcolm's second Starlight Chronicles novella, STARFALL, out this August!






THE ICY WIND TORE AT MY COAT, BUT IT DIDN’T BOTHER ME. I’d been numb for years—I didn’t feel anything anymore.

We’d been on foot for days now. Brinley led us through the treacherous mountain pass—myself, and two other royal army members. I called them by their last names, Greyson and Beaumont.

We were just a handful of the few military members who had remained in the Starlight Kingdom after Theodore claimed the throne. It had been our mission ever since to and the angels,who had fled and gone into hiding. Clever beings, they were—and insanely hard to track down.

The majority of the Starlight Kingdom’s army had been made up of angels before the overthrowing. They were elite beings with ancient ties to Goddess Titania. We suspected their loyalty to her and the Starlighters was what had caused them to flee—after all, the treaty had banished Urenphian kind after Shade had murdered Titania. For Urenphians to now be ruling Titania's domain was treacherous.

Tiny flakes of snow battered us, catching in my eyelashes, but I pushed on. Maybe once, I’d have dreaded taking a step further, but since that terrible day three years ago, my desires were empty to the core.

Nothing mattered anymore except one thing.

“Hand me that,” Brinley said to Greyson. He was a short man—thin and in his middle thirties. He was holding our only lantern as the others had burnt out a few hours ago. The wind was picking up, and the mountains were sloping upward, gathering more snow by the minute. Shadows fell from the ranges, darkening the pass even more in the snowstorm.

Brinley edged up the slope steadily, the snow sinking beneath his heavy boots, peering ahead against the constant flurry of grey flakes. It was a wonder the storm didn’t lift his skinny figure and carry it away.

“There’s a cave ahead,” he informed us. “We should wait out the storm.”

“But the trail...” Beaumont replied gruffly, wiping flakes of snow from his unruly beard with the back of his hand. “We’ll lose them if we stop.”

As if we were ever going to reach them. We’d been on their trail for the past three years, and yet, we never quite caught up to them.

“We’ll lose our lives if we don’t,” Brinley replied firmly. Though small in frame, nobody messed with Brinley anymore.

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I followed as he led us up the slope and into the cave. It wasn’t much warmer, but the wind was off our backs for now.

Shivering, the group collapsed to rest in the cave, huddling together for warmth. It occurred to me that I should be shivering too, and when I pulled up the sleeve of my linen, fur coat my arm was trembling, hairs standing high on my arm.

I didn’t feel anything.

“We need to light a fire,” Brinley said, beginning to dig into his supplies sack.


My throat tightened, and I had to turn away from them. Wordlessly, I ventured deeper into the cave almost thoughtlessly. All I could focus on was distracting myself from what would only be a painful reminder.

The cave was dark, I used my fingertips against the rocky surface of the wall to guide me along as I walked. The rough surface grounded me as the cave sloped down—we’d stopped at the hilt of the mountain pass, and on the other side of these mountains were ocean and cliffside, so it made sense that the cave had eroded over time. The result took me deeper and deeper underground. It was slushier here—I could feel the dampness growing on my fingertips.

Perhaps this cave was home to a creature I should fear. I didn’t, though. My sword was heavy at my side, and I’d had years of training at this point. Fighting was the only other thing that helped distract me. It was my outlet, and it had become my best skill.

I descended in the darkness for a few minutes, until I noticed a strange blue light. It was soft and weak, but it lit the tunnel well enough to illuminate a corner.

Narrowing my gaze, I walked very quietly towards it. As I got closer, I heard voices.

For the first time in a long time, my heart actually skipped a beat. I couldn’t place the emotion at first, but then I recognized it.


After all this time...could it really be?

As I got closer, I began to notice the source of the light—blue glowworms covering the roof of the cave. I also noticed tiny streams beginning to emerge from crevices in the cave, forming a larger stream that was partially frozen in ice.

Sitting at the edge of the stream was...

The two men had stiffened, their gazes already locked onto me—as if they’d sensed me the moment I’d stepped into the cave. In seconds they were on their feet. One had dark hair and almond shaped eyes that seemed to cut into me like razors. The other had bronze hair and seemed less sharp—but still wary.

The first one bared his teeth, wings sprouting from his back as he plucked a handful of deadly sharp feathers from his wings. I grabbed my sword, my eyes narrowing like slits.

I’d promised to help Theodore find the Starlight Princess. It was my only chance of seeing Adrina again. But in order for that to happen...I had to become immortal.

That meant taking an angel’s essence.

A loud rattling sound from downstairs woke me with a start. It took me a moment to place my surroundings as I sat up in bed.

All around me were storage boxes, and the roof of the attic slanted down towards me. Next to me was a window, and if I peered down I could see Ophelia tending to her morning chores over in the barn carrying buckets to milk the cows and stacking hay. She’d tended this farm her whole was her driving passion.

I let out a steady breath and climbed out of bed, the dream fading quickly from my mind. I’d been dreaming of my past, but it had happened centuries ago...that life was behind me now.

It didn’t take me long to head downstairs and join the rest of Ophelia’s family in the kitchen. Her parents sat at a round breakfast table, with newspapers and fruit, coffee and juice.

They were Shadeows—the last two to carry their vows through the centuries. Over time, Theodore’s influence had fallen away, along with the Starlight Kingdom, and the Urenphians had given up hope and ceased extending their vows.

The vows were what gave Urenphians their power—only through a vow could a Shadeow pass their power on and create Chards. Chards then went on to become Shadeows once their previous Shadeow died, effectively replacing them. Ophelia’s parents had yet to choose successors to carry on their vows and become Chards. I’d been silently hoping they would choose not to pass on vows at all.

Being bound by a vow of my own, it was my sworn responsibility to continue assisting the Urenphians will until they existed no more. I could not convince them to drop their vows even if I tried.

I was stuck at their side, as their guide and their helper—and soon, I would have to find new candidates to continue the vows, as I always did.

Even in their elderly years, Ophelia’s parents were still beautiful. Liani had once had long, red hair, like her daughter. Old age had only turned it snowy and white, enhancing her beauty as it sat on a pedestal of fair skin. Her husband, Marcel, still had well-tended skin, and practically non-existent wrinkles.

Those were just some of the perks of being a Shadeow. With power came changes to the human body, which had manifested in a physical form.

As the couple had grown older, they had moved in with their daughter, Ophelia, on her farm. They had always stayed close, so she had welcomed the opportunity to have them live with her.

At that moment, Ophelia came in the back door, wiping the sweat from her brow and letting out a hu1. Her eyes landed on her parents and she smiled.

Ophelia had not inherited any power from her parents—Shadeow power was a purely contractual bond. She’d grown up living a normal life, and now, well into her forties, she knew nothing at all about her parents and their true purpose. All she knew was that they were old, retired, and they loved her.

She didn’t know that they would kill in a heartbeat to follow their vows, or that they had used their powers against others to serve their own desires time and time again.

“Morning, cousin,” she said to me as she walked past, ruffling my hair. I grimaced. That was the cover we’d come up with—I’d known Ophelia’s parents since they were in their twenties. I’d been by their side over the years, but I’d never aged a day.

While Ophelia had only seen me once or twice growing up, it would certainly raise questions as to why I still appeared to be in my teens. Her parents had told her I was a distant cousin and looked very similar to her ‘second uncle’ who had been around in her youth. The story we had come up with was that I’d been sent here to attend school after being expelled back home for misbehavior.

The reality was that with Ophelia’s parents growing older and weaker, we needed to find them successors to pass the vow along to. It was my job to find suitable candidates—meaning I had to be here with them. As such, I’d taken up residence in one of the upstairs bedrooms for now.

“Do you need any help out on the fields?” Marcel asked his daughter, passing a cup of coffee to her. The aroma was so strong that I felt more awake just inhaling it. She smiled up at him.

“No, Papa—I have it all under control,” she promised, as she bustled around reaching for jars of jam and cutting slices from a fresh loaf of bread—Ophelia loved homemade food, and she made everything from her own jam to a sourdough loaf every day.

Marcel took a seat across from me as I chewed slowly on a piece of the bread. We heard a bustling sound from the stairwell and moments later, Liani appeared in the doorway.

“Good morning,” she breezed gently, as she entered the room wrapped in a silk white robe. She noticed me and exchanged a look with her husband before turning to her daughter, “Ophelia, darling, I don’t suppose you could help me with something upstairs?”

Ophelia floated to her feet. “Of course, Maman.”

She grabbed her co1ee, and then they were gone, leaving just Marcel and I alone.

“How is your progress, Julian?” Marcel asked, calling me by my real name as he sipped his own coffee slowly.

I averted my gaze, a weariness growing inside of me. The idea of starting again from ground zero, re-training two new people, for...what? The millionth time?

Every time I did this, a century would pass. We would spend time looking for the Starlight Princess, following nudges that came to each Shadeow as if they were gut instincts. Every time, we would find nothing, and the cycle would repeat itself—forcing me to seek out two new candidates who were desperate enough for power, who would do anything to get their hands on it.

I was tired of waiting for Adrina...and tired of playing this game.

“There are no problems,” I said finally, my tone blank and devoid. “You’ll have a Chard by the end of the month. I know where to start looking.”

“Good,” Marcel praised, adding more sugar to his coffee and then stirring it with a spoon. He studied my expression, with his ever so calculating gaze, before adding, “you’ve been good to us, Julian. Thanks to you, we’ve been able to live out a normal life. Had I been stuck in the life I had before this...I doubt I would have made it this far.”

There was a sincerity in his voice, and I felt a twang in my chest.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to get along somewhat with the Shadeows over the years, but most of them had been bitter at heart due to their previous circumstances. Most of my candidates came from a hard upbringing. The vow was their way out—their second chance at life.

Theodore and many other Shadeows had used their vows to pass along knowledge and power in the form of nudges. A sort gut instinct to guide new Shadeows, you could call it.

Still, with their magical lifespans getting shorter, and the extent of their powers growing thinner through each extension of the bond, I had to wonder if the original power and influence those Shadeows had passed down to each person was finally starting to wear off for Liani and Marcel’s line...the way it had for every other Shadeow who had ceased passing their vow on.

“Thank you,” I mumbled finally, taking another bite from my bread.

“I hope these next Chards don’t let you down. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you, all these years. I’m sure you’re ready for all of this to come to an end.”

More than you’ll ever know, I thought. Liani and Ophelia returned, and I got to my feet.

“I’d better head to school,” I said, reaching for my backpack. Ophelia’s eyes widened.

“Oh, I’ll take you,” she said quickly. “I have to go into town anyway, and it saves Maman the trip,” she said, giving her parents a sweet smile. Their expressions softened in return.

I could drive, obviously. But I’d thought it better to keep up with the pretense, for the sake of my fake identity as a tenth grader.

At least, for now.


“Have a great day!” Ophelia said, as I stepped out of her truck and joined the crowd of students heading into the school. If there was any place to 4nd a troubled, susceptible target who would do anything to gain power, it would be here. I’d learned the hard way that the younger the person was, the better—it meant I had more time before I had to repeat the cycle again.

So far, I had been attending Lorelei High School for two months. It was as you’d expect any high school to be—tedious and beyond my many years, but I kept my head down, turned my work in, and focused on the task at hand. The sooner I found two new Chards, the sooner I could drop out and go back to searching for the Starlight Princess.

As I walked down the hallway towards my locker, I passed a group of guys from the football team. Their golden boy, Adam Bauer, was in the middle surrounded by his friends as they goofed and laughed. They caught my eye and I watched them pass, an idea coming to me.

I hadn’t scoped out the football team yet. My eye had been on other students—looking for signs of bullying and detachment. It couldn’t hurt to investigate the team and see what kind of people the players were.

Once I’d grabbed what I needed from my locker, I found a noticeboard to see when the team had events. Their next game wasn’t for a while, but to my surprise they were holding tryouts this week. It was the perfect opportunity.

My homeroom was near the office, which meant I had to walk back the way I’d come. I’d nearly reached it when I noticed a man with blond hair step out from the office, along—side our science teacher—who was beaming.

“Thank you for setting this up,” he was saying, shaking the blond man’s hand. “I know the students will find the tour really interesting.”

“Not at all,” the man breeze back politely—I saw it then. The way his skin seemed to shimmer under the lights. My eyes narrowed into slits and I tensed up.

An angel.

I hadn’t seen one in thousands of years. They’d become masters of evading and hiding. I never expected to see one in a place like this.

After my encounter taking the essence of the angel we had caught to grant my immortality, I’d never been lucky enough to catch one again. Even though my intentions from that point forward had just been to talk to one. I’d travelled for weeks at a time seeking scholars, searching for answers and clues, trying to understand the Starlight Barrier and figure out when the princess might return...

I’d always been told the angels would know best. Pity I could never catch one.

I couldn’t lose this chance.

The angel walked out of the school, and the bell rung at that moment, but school was my last concern. I hightailed it to the front doors, pushing through and racing down the steps. The angel was already at the footpath and getting into a sleek, black car.


Being careful not to make it obvious I was following him, I headed for the bike rack. A student was hurriedly trying to lock her bike up and get to class—and I swiftly placed a hand on the rack and leaned towards her.

“Hey,” I said. “I need to borrow your bike.”

She frowned at me. “No way,” she said, grabbing the lock for her bike.

I bit back an irritated growl. The problems normal people thought they had were nothing compared to what was at stake if I didn’t stay ahead of the Shadeows. I needed to catch that angel and I didn’t have time to convince her otherwise.

My hand shot out to grab her arm before she could click her lock in place around the bike chain.

“You’re going to be late to class. I promise I’ll bring it back,” I said, and pulled her off the bike. She cried out in protest—but I didn’t have time to worry about it. I was going to lose the angel.

I pulled the bike from the rack, jumped on the seat and took off down the path, her screams echoing after me. The angel’s car was already halfway down the street.

I pedaled harder, 2ying by pedestrians and weaving along. The car turned a corner, so I jutted the bike off the path and flew out into the throng of cars. Beeps sounded in protest as I swiftly dodged them and tore around the corner.

The car was taking the back streets, heading out of Lorelei. If he left town, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep up with him—unless I hijacked a car, but that would be trickier.

Sweat had broken out on my brow, and I panted as I pedaled furiously. The wind tore at my clothes as I zig-zagged—never quite catching up to the car but always able to see it in the distance. It turned off to head up a slope at that point, and I realized where the car must have been heading. There was only one thing up that way.

The observatory.

I didn’t need to keep up anymore—which was a good thing, because I was panting so hard I probably would have passed but if I hadn’t stopped. The hill was too steep, and I had to walk the rest of the way, pushing the bike with me.

When I got to the top sweat was running down my face and jaw. I wiped it away with sleeve of my leather jacket, before walking the rest of the way to the observatory entrance. The sleek black car was parked out the front.

The glass doors provided a clear view into the foyer—where a male with light brown hair and glasses typed away at a computer behind the front desk. He looked up as I walked in, and the motion bought to my attention the shimmer on his skin.

Another angel?

“Can I help you?” he asked me politely. I bristled a little. It had been centuries...but I couldn’t help but worry he might recognize me as Theodore’s head knight.

“Maybe,” I said, leaning carefully on the counter to scan the length of the observatory. It was empty aside for the equipment, constellation maps and hanging planet models. The angel studied me, noticing the speckles of sweat still sticking my fringe to my forehead.

There was no ordinary book that could tell me the information I wanted to know—believe me, I’d looked. I also doubted they would reveal any information to me without trusting me first.

I just didn’t know how to gain their trust yet.

Thinking hard, I tried to recall something from my past memories that might help, but all I could think of was my dream from the night before...

GRABBING THE CUFF OF HIS SHIRT, I PULLED THE ANGEL UP TO meet the vial and forced it down his throat, ignoring the way he struggled helplessly.

Then, I drew my sword and cut just enough to let his right arm free and grabbed his hand.

“Give me your essence until there is no essence left to give,” I demanded. I could see fear and reluctance in his eyes, but he couldn’t stop himself from transferring the strange energy into my body.

I’d read that angels could use their essence for healing, strengthening and other bene!ts on humans. If they gave too much, or if it was taken from them, they would turn into monsters.

There was no other way to turn myself immortal than to take an entirety of essence from an angel. I’d found the incarnation months ago in the library for this transformation—which I began to recite—and felt the essence reacting to it as it was absorbed into my body like a surge of energy.

The angel grunted in pain, turning visibly pale before my eyes. His grip on my hand was weakening, and I noticed strange, black lines forming on his skin.

Behind me, I heard Brinley and the other men draw their swords to ready themselves.

I could feel a shift in my body from the essence—but there was no notable, physical difference. It was simply a feeling of knowing that it was working.

However, everything about the angel was transforming in front of my very eyes. His eyes turned black—the pupils exploding like ink to cover the whites of his eyes. Razor sharp teeth formed from his old teeth as he snarled. I felt something pinprick on my hand. Blood began to seep from the knuckles our clasped hands as claws grew from his !ngers, digging into my own flesh.

I grimaced but couldn’t pull away yet—it wasn’t done.

The angel began to thrash wildly against the restraints. Finally, the feeling of warm essence transferring into my body faded, and I instantly ripped my hand from his grasp and shuffled back as he roared.


The angel behind the desk was staring at me, trying to get my attention with his hand, and reality crashed over me once more. His eyes met mine with suspicion, clearly wondering why I’d walked in here, spaced out, and now had guilt plastered all over my face at the mere sight of him.

My cheeks felt hot and a pit had formed in my gut. I didn’t realize how hard I had been clutching the desk until I looked down and noticed how white my knuckles were. I let go, flexing the ache from my fingers, and looked back at the angel. He was still frowning at me.

I couldn’t be here.

“I have to go,” I muttered darkly, stepped back again. At that moment, someone appeared in the doorway, his eyes locked onto me. It was the blond angel I’d followed, and his lips were pulled into a thin line.

“Don’t let him leave,” he ordered. Before I could even turn, the angel behind the desk had tackled me to the ground—moving inhumanly fast.

I groaned, feeling a pang in the back of my head. The blond angel stepped forward to peer down at me.

“I know you,” he muttered darkly.

It was in that moment I knew I was screwed.



I grunted as the blond angel fastened my wrists to the arms of a chair with leather straps. The second one with the light brown hair was standing off to the side, a calculated gaze flicking between the two of us.

The pair of angels had taken me into a more or less empty room. It had a few desks on one side and some bookcases on the other. Otherwise, it was just them, me, and the chair they had strapped me in.

“Are you sure it’s him?” He asked, and the blond nodded. Their skin glowed under the lightbulb hanging above us.

“Positive,” he replied, glaring down at me. “I’d know that face anywhere.”

I scowled back at him as he dusted his hands and readjusted the brown coat he was wearing.

“Why have you come here?” he asked me coldly.

“To talk,” I replied plainly. “To ask you something, really, but I guess that’s out of the question now.”

The blonde didn’t smile or reply. He simply studied my face, and the longer he looked the darker his expression grew.

“You really haven’t aged a day,” he grounded out finally, folding his arms. “I remember what you did. You’re the reason we’ve been in hiding for centuries, and you still had the gall to steal the essence of one of our own after it.”

“What I did was wrong,” I admitted, bristling. “All of it—but I’ve been trying to make it right. I couldn’t have made it right if I hadn’t taken that angel’s essence.”

The angel scoffed at me.

“You’ve been training new Chards every century!”

“I’m bound by a vow!” I shot back, growing frustrated as I tugged at the restraints. “I took the vow so that I could come here—so that I could protect the Starlight Princess!”

The angel froze, eyeing me with suspicion. “Why would you do that?” He asked slowly. “I know what you tried to do to her.”

The memory flashed in my mind. Her blue eyes filled with panic. Adrina’s screams filling the air as I she stopped me...

I shuddered and looked away from the angel, the same pit

forming in my stomach as earlier.

“It was a mistake,” I muttered. “It was a long time ago.”

The angel let out a low laugh, stepping forward.

“It doesn’t excuse anything,” he growled back at me. I noticed how sharp his fingernails were, and a chill went down my spine. I bit back a retort and forced myself to meet his gaze once more. Nothing I said was going to help this situation. In their eyes, I was the enemy...and I couldn’t blame them, either.

“I came here to ask when the Starlight Princess would reincarnate,” I said, deciding not to tell them about Adrina. “She’s in danger as long as there are Shadeows around. If I know where she is...I can keep her identity hidden.”

I’d been through centuries of time. What was a hundred more years to let the princess live out her second life? Once she passed...there would be nothing and nobody who could break the Starlight Barrier. My work here would be done.

A small smile ghosted my lips at the thought of the princess evading the Shadeows right under their noses. It was what Adrina would have wanted.

“What’s so funny?” The angel growled, mistaking the expression for humor. He shoved my chair hard. It tilted off balance, making my stomach flip before it fell back into place with a rattle.

“Look—it doesn’t matter. I’ll figure it out on my own. Just let me go,” I sighed.

“Like hell,” the angel snarled.

“Andrew—maybe he’s not lying,” the other angel cut in.

The blond—Andrew—turned to his companion.

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

“Well, for a start—he wasn’t armed when he came in here,” the angel pointed out, pushing up the rim of his glasses. “If he knew what we were, why wouldn’t he try to kill us outright?”

Andrew turned to narrow his eyes at me before speaking once more. “Perhaps because he knows by now that he is no match for us,” he replied swiftly, folding his arms again.

“Then surely, I’m no threat,” I pressed, and that earned me a darker glare.

The angel with the glasses stepped forward and spoke directly to me now. “Why are you trying to protect the Starlight Princess?” he asked me.

I averted my gaze, a knot forming in my throat.

“Because...” I trailed off, trying to force the words out. My cheeks grew hot. “It is the only way to redeem myself for the woman I...”




I couldn’t finish the sentence.

The two angels studied me in silence. I wished they would let me go already. Andrew eventually let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge his nose.

“I tire of this,” he stated, before drawing a dagger. The sharp blade glimmered under the light. I tensed as he stepped forward.

“Wait!” I cried, but he didn’t. Except he didn’t plunge it in my heart, like I expected—or slit my throat even.

He cut me free of the ropes. “Get out,” he said thinly. “Don’t come back—or I will kill you.”

I hesitated, looking for the trap in his words. Why would they just let me go?

Andrew’s eyebrows raised with impatience, so I rose and walked briskly for the door—eager to escape. The pair of angels didn’t try to stop me, and within minutes I was pushing through

the front doors and racing down the steps of the building. I risked one last look over my shoulder, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Nowhere visible, anyway.


I’d been reprimanded when I got to school the next day for skipping school and stealing a student’s bike. Considering I’d bought the bike back though, they’d only given me detention.

The football team tryouts were happening that afternoon as well, so after classes and detention I made my way there. The locker room was filled with chatter as boisterous laughter filled the air. I kept to myself as I continued out onto the pitch, already feeling as if I’d been left out of an inside joke.

Outside, the hot sun bore down on us, and the scent of freshly mown lawn hit me every time the wind blew. The rest of the team gathered on the field in their official uniforms, which consisted of a red and purple striped polo shirt. They eyed my leather jacket with a sort of smugness. I don’t think they had been expecting the new kid to try out, and I could tell I was already being sized up. With that said, it wasn’t like I didn’t have the build for football, and after a few long minutes they finally lost interest in me and returned to their usual banter.

Coach Reynolds started by giving us some kind of introductory speech. He paced the field with his hands behind his back, explaining the etiquette of the team, the expectations, and what try-outs would entail today.

“I’m going to split you into two teams, and we’ll see how you fare on the field,” he told us. Some of the boys in line shifted nervously. Others grinned with confidence.

I took note of them all—and disappointment settled in my stomach. None of them seemed like good candidates for my endeavours.

Coach Reynolds counted us off into two groups, then added a few members from the existing team. I found myself standing near Adam Bauer as we waited for everyone to get organised, and caught part of his conversation.

“ at my house. My parents are going away so we don’t have to worry about getting caught.”


Adam didn’t strike me as the type to fit the role I had in mind. He was too...materialistic. With his Rolex watch and high-end shoes, the Lexus I saw him drive to school. He would miss the point of being a Shadeow.

However, a party sounded promising.

The coach signalled for us to head out onto the field once we had our gear on. The shoulder pads were heavy and reminded me of what it was like to wear armour. That had been so long ago now...

I knew the rules of football—but I also had no intention of being recruited. I was just here to scope out the players. I kept out of the way and dodged the ball whenever it travelled near me.

About two minutes in, as I was watching the other players, I caught sight of Coach Reynolds who was glaring at me.

“Woods, step it up!” he bellowed at me, folding his arms.

Biting back an irritated sigh, I forced myself to get in among the other players. Dirty looks began to be thrown my way as I stumbled my way through positions and awkwardly tried to catch the ball. The second time it landed in my hands, I stood there for a moment, debating what to do with it.

“Over here!” A voice bellowed. I recognised Adam, calling from across the field.

Without thinking, I kicked the ball hard and it hurtled across the 6eld.

Smashing straight into his face.

I recoiled as he swore—despite his helmet—his hand flying to his nose, and sank to his knees. The rest of the players looked on in shock, gazes flicking between us.

I clenched my jaw and gripped the hair at the back of my head unconsciously.


I’d underestimated my own strength. Sometimes I forgot I was a trained knight.

The coach blew his whistle, signalling for us to stop as he ran over to check on Adam. My ears grew hot as I watched the coach guided Adam o3 the 6eld. My legs were moving before I could think, and I quickly followed them to apologise.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked, when I caught up to them. Adam clutched his nose and groaned.

I turned to face the coach.

“I’m so sorry—Coach Reynolds, I—”

He turned to me, and I half expected him to yell at me. Instead, he said, “Woods, stay with him. I need to call an ambulance.”

He hurried off, leaving the two of us alone at the bleachers. I glanced over at him again sheepishly.

“,” I said again, eyeing the injury. Blood trickled down his mouth and chin. I actually knew how to reset a nose. I could have done it, but then people would ask how I’d done it...and my years of experience wouldn’t make any sense to them.

Adam simply winced, nodding slightly.

“It’s okay,” he hissed, sparing me a glance. “You’re that new kid, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

He offered me a hand, even while clutching his semi blood covered face, and I shook it.

“I’m Adam,” he said. I told him who I was, and he managed a short laugh. It came out more like a cough.

“I know who you are. Everyone thinks that you are kind of moody and standoffish. I think it’s the leather jacket giving them that vibe.”

Frowning, I looked over at my leather jacket, which I’d left on the bleachers. I’d worn it for as long as I could remember now...

The ambulance arrived ten minutes later and took Adam to get his nose reset.

I, on the other hand, sat the rest of the tryouts out—it was the coach’s decision. Must have thought I was too dangerous, too underprepared.

I decided to sit and watch the remaining players on the bleachers. Maybe I’d missed something that could be revealed to me. My mind was distracted, drifting back to Adam again and again. I couldn’t help but feel bad about what I had done.

Eventually, I lost interest in tryouts entirely. Driven by mere curiosity and guilt, I called Ophelia to delay her in picking me up, and instead made my way to the hospital to see how Adam was doing.


The nurse directed me through the waiting room, where I found him recovering in a long wing with lots of people. They’d put his nose back in place and put it in a brace, but it still had to heal. He was with an older woman, and I could only assume it was his maman.

“Uh, hi,” I greeted, when I reached them. Adam’s eyes lit up upon seeing me. “I just came to make sure Adam was alright.”

Adam’s maman raised her eyebrows, but Adam waved off her concern with a big grin. “Hey, it’s cool,” he told me, gesturing to the brace. “A month or two, tops, and it should be fine again.”

Adam’s maman popped out to get a coffee, and we talked a little in her absence. He asked me where I was from, and I gave him my usual evasive answer,

“Homeschooled. My parents own a farm.”

It was strange talking to someone like Adam. Even though everything I told him was just a story I’d made up to protect my old identity, it felt nice to talk to someone who didn’t have an agenda to find the Starlight Princess, or to break the Starlight Barrier.

I hadn’t had a normal conversation with someone in so long, and I had forgotten what it was like. My thoughts drifted to Brinley momentarily, the only friend I’d ever really had, and a dull pang ached in my heart.

That had been a long time ago.

“You know what? You’re not so bad after all,” Adam said after a while, pulling me from my thoughts. “I’m actually throwing a party tomorrow night—my parents are going out of town. You wanna come?”

My heart skipped a beat. The party—this was my opportunity to 6nd the right candidates. It seemed something good had come from breaking Adam’s nose after all.

“Why not?” I replied, the ghost of a smile forming on my lips.


The following evening, I found myself stepping into Adam’s ginormous house. I had heard of house parties, but never gone to one. I’d even turned up a little earlier than I’d realized was appropriate, but Adam hadn’t minded. I helped him set up while we waited for people to arrive.

They trickled in slowly at first, and then steadily as the night went on. I hovered by the door with a cup of beer to watch the kinds of individuals pouring in. I tried to decipher their story, their personality, at a single glance. None of them stood out to me as ideal candidates...and I had gotten pretty good at reading people at a glance by this point.

Eventually, Adam came and found me, with someone at his side.

“Hey Jason, I want you to meet someone.”

The moment I laid eyes on him—I could sense something was different. It was written all in his eyes...there was less light in them.

“This is Kale DeLane.”

Kale’s dark brown eyes settled on me, seeming disinterested, but he nodded politely at me.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, with a small smile. A determination had bloomed in my heart, latching there with newfound resilience. This is what I was looking for. I had to stick around for a while and figure out what Kale was like as a person. I had a good feeling about him.

Adam and Kale led me around the party as they mingled with everyone. I kept my expression neutral, speaking only when spoken to, and mostly observing Kale. He oozed confidence and coolness, but I didn’t miss the way he fidgeted when no one was looking, or the way he glanced at the clock on the wall constantly.

He was nervous about something.

After a while, a pretty blonde girl with curls came bounding over to us.

“Here you are, Kale,” she smiled. “Do we really have to leave at ten? I’m not ready to go yet.”

She pouted, and I glanced at the clock again. The glowing red numbers glared back at me and read 9:45 pm.

“Chrissy,” Kale replied, a look of uncertainty in his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably and stared at the clock for a moment, before turning back to her. “One more hour—but you need to come up with a good excuse for maman.”

I realised Chrissy must be Kale’s sister. They shared a knowing look, and I frowned at the exchange.

Before I knew it, Chrissy had trained her eyes on me, and she threw me a suggestive look, winking. I plastered a smile on my face, faking my interest.

Chrissy was gorgeous, and you could tell she knew it—she flaunted her every curve, and her voice breezed through each conversation with the same confidence Kale had. She laughed at jokes, made suggestive comments, and never went to get her own drink—instead, she would send someone to fetch it. As I observed, much like her brother I got a feeling something was off—though I couldn’t quite pin exactly what it was yet.

It was enough to make me decide to play my cards and dig deeper by sucking up to them. If I was right...and they were a good fit...then I’d be spending a lot of time sucking up to them when they became Chards.

“Can I get you guys a refill?” I offered, stepping forward into the circle. Chrissy smiled slyly at me.

“Oh, what a gentleman,” she mused flirtatiously, with a smile that probably sent most pubescent boys wild, “I’ll have anything with vodka.”

She passed me her cup. Wordlessly, Kale handed his over too. I offer them a lazy smile and headed back to the kitchen. The doorway was narrow and fit maybe two people at most. With such a crowded house, there were about five people blocking it, and I had to basically wrestle through the group of them.

“Sorry—excuse me,” I said, trying to get past one girl in a red dress. She turned, her green eyes locking onto me.

My heart stopped.

I stared at her, unblinking. Not even daring to breathe. Everything in the entire world had stopped.

I’d know that face anywhere.

Adrina was as beautiful as ever. So, so, beautiful, and I could barely register the fact that she was real. This was real. She was alive, and breathing...

Her eyes widened, and my breath hitched in my throat.

Did she recognize me?

Then she blurted out, “sorry!” And then promptly shuffled out of my way before turning back to her friends.

Just like that, I was forgotten.

I quickly regained my composure and moved passed her. My thoughts were racing—she didn't attend the public school. She couldn’t have, or I would have noticed her by now. No, she must have attended the private all-girls school too, which was impossible for me to infiltrate.

Though every muscle in my body screamed for me to turn back, I didn’t. Or rather, couldn’t. What would I even say to her, after all this time? It wasn’t like I could just turn around and say, ‘Hey Adrina! Remember me?’

No. From the way she’d acted, it was obvious she had no idea who I was, and it should stay that way. At least...until I could be assured that she’d be safe. If she was alive, it meant Annaliese was too. And the Urenphians could not find that out.

I had to find her first.


Thousands of centuries have passed since Adrina's death, and Julian--now Jason--has dedicated himself to redemption in her honour. When he discovers Adrina and the Starlight Princess have reincarnated, he vows to keep them undiscovered by staying far away. That is, until he is forced to gain the trust of the angels, leaving him no choice but to risk everything and finally face his haunted past. Devian never saw a future for himself, doing everything he could to ensure his sister had one instead. But when he falls into a Shadeow vow with his sworn enemy, he finds himself tangled up with the one girl he could never have--and desiring a new life he never allowed himself to dream of. Together, everything will fall apart--and yet, fall into place, aligning the stars for a new era of magic, rulership, and romance to unfold... A Starlight Chronicles Novella

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