My name is Stellaria, the Princess. At the age of 16, according to the years of man, I can be described light brown skin with with long brown hair tied in dreads forming a crown of hair over my head, about 1.56 meters tall thin to the point the bones on my elbow and knees are very aparent, my eyes are pitch black and I wear white face paint in honour of my ancestors who have came from far away on every special ocasion.
I can't stand inequality and unfariness, I stand for justice. I am the Princess 'cuz I shall became the end of all kings. I am Stellaria!
A Sentimental Value
I remember holding my mother's ring before, but now that it's mine for some time I feel as we are connected somehow, I can feel electricity running trought the silver into my finger and a warmth comming from the jewel in it a saphire that seems to shine in it's own light.
I were at that on inn at the border of the road near the Town, Margaret were working there with her ragged dress, she told me she wanted to go to the Town and work there, and I agreed to travel with her.
She was a pleaseant company and we enjoyed the time together.
Margaret became a very important person in the time to come, becoming my best friend.
Although she had great dreams she did not had the power nor the will to accomplish them, being taken by reality so hard and then torn apart by a Giant Spider made her spirit broke into shards, her will were no more, and only the emptiness of nothing was there for her, and fragments of her childhood and travels to make her company.