I haven't been allowed to leave yet.

Seasons have passed, leaves have fallen then grown then fallen again.

It's been a year. And yet the stars still call to me.

I asked, one day, why I couldn't leave. Mother said I was too precious to leave. I asked why. She wouldn't tell me

She did tell me she would break me if I left again.

But the stars have been calling, and I can only bathe in the moon's glow so much through the window.

I'm standing at the door, looking out.

If I leave, I can never come back.

This place has been my home since I was young. And I'm terrified to leave.

But it isn't safe for me here. She said she would break me. She said not to listen to the stars.

The stars are calling me home.

"Ester! What are you doing down here? You're supposed to be in your room! Why do you have a bag- ESTER!"

I fling the door open and run out into the night.

The stars aren't out tonight, the raindrops are calling in their place, surrounding me as I run, helping to hide me from view. They aren't cold, and they aren't hitting me. I run into the night, and though it's pouring enough to make floods run across the land, I stay completely dry.

Exhiliration floods through me as nature flies round. The clouds come down to say hello, shrouding the land in a thick fog. The grass reaches up to brush against my legs.

I can never return.

I am free.