Oh how the pleading eyes of the skull-faced North Star seemed to look up in hope. Not truly that they were eyes any longer but empty voids of cold-white that stretched on where eyes were supposed to be. Then, he screamed.

Even the Moon turned around in shock, as a translucent being seemed to pull herself out of Polaris’s head- the original spirit of the North Star. As she parted from the White-Man’s body, he recoiled tighter, shivering. Whatever remained of him started slowly dusting away into sand.

“Thank you so much, Amias Keggard!” the Star spirit yelled as she flew to him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him uncomfortably towards her. She was only half: the left half of what once was a complete extraordinary supernatural being. From the bridge of her nose, she faded into nothingness. Amias assumed that the right half had been Polaris for all these years, ever since the legendary, unfortunate merge.

“You sly little thing” the Moon seethed as she broke away from her initial surprise, “found a way to live on. Yet this time, your life, your power, it all drains down to me” she lashed, sending her bony fingers mercilessly at her nemesis. Amias did not jump in front to defend her, he didn’t feel any sort of remorse for her either. He stepped back, watching this half-a-spirit dodge and fly in havoc as she narrowly avoided the angry blasts of black soot-like energy. He let them continue their own fight, creeping away towards Polaris who curled up at the corner of the bow, barely anything but a skeleton in regal pearly clothes. He barely got to him before the star spirit pounced emergently at him.

“Get off!!” he scolded.

“Merge with me” she pleaded, draping herself all over him, “like you promised. Let’s become one” she leaned in as if to kiss him. Amias’s heart raced, he was furious. This spirit had used Polaris to conserve herself, pretending it was all love, now he lay there dying under no one’s protection. She might as well have been a bigger villain than the Moon and Malachi combined. At the corner, he saw the Moon preparing herself for her next lethal blow: big enough to kill both of them.

“Amias, we can’t do this without true love’s kiss” the star spirit said turning his head back towards her. In that moment, Amias decided he had had enough. He grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her weightless body straight at the oncoming moon beam.

“What?” the Moon gasped.

Dark veins etched across star spirit’s face which turned maniacal as her soul engulfed the blow of dark magic. “How dare you?” she said, “HOW DARE YOU??!!” she grabbed her face, steaming in black smoke, digging her own cheek with her silvery nails

“I thought you said you cared for me! Then why did you do this? Why didn't you give me your soul, Amias! Give it to ME!!!”

“You’re vain” Amias said, glaring up at the night sky, “Just like the rest of them. You grant wishes- sure- but for your own advantage. You’re not so different from the Moon.”

“AAAARRRRRGHHH!!!” she wailed, and charged for him, flickering with bits of sparks throughout her body. She probably had realized that unlike her first lucky strike, this one would not bend. Besides, she had already revealed her lunatic inner self to him so what better than to get what she wanted by force. 

 Amias, in his maddened state looked over his shoulder at his dying partner. His pain, his rejection filled Amias with the most powerful demons of rage.

“No!!”, and in such a timed precision, he brought up his sword and aimed it at her heart. It went right through her, causing glowing crack marks to appear at the point of impact, growing all over like vines, until at last, she shattered into millions of tiny glass-like shards that got whisked away back into the sky by the wind. All was silent, even the Moon seemingly stared in awe. Amias crumpled to his knees, his sword, dirty with purplish star dust clattered to the floor. Waves of regret pulsed through him: did she deserve to die? Did his emotions get the better of him again or was he really do the right thing? Did killing her even mean anything to Polaris? Was he going to wither away anyway?

“You made such a foul mistake” the Moon cackled, creeping up behind him, “You just made me more powerful”

“Oh, SHUT UP!!!” Amias shouted once again swinging his sword blindly behind him in his anger. He felt the streaks of tears go down his face: he was confused, angry, lost in the feelings of losing his kids, his partner, being chased by crazed supernaturals all in one day.He heard something drop behind him, followed by a rippling wave that spread throughout Earth’s atmosphere. The winds stopped, the waves stilled. He slowly turned around to see the Moon’s disc-like head clatter to a stop on the wooden floor.