Where are the Stars?

Name: Where are the Stars?
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Princess Zoey

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Veron Jones always wonder what was really in the sky. So she decided to go on a journey to find out. She decided to start from scratch disregarding all historical research and dig deep to find the truth. Let follow this young lady has she try to uncover secrets ment to be hidden.

Myth Mystery Fantasy Betrayal Secret relationship Fairy Lawyer Attractive Age gap Female-centered

Chapter 5 Ayana's last journal recovered

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Chapter 1 Are there stars in sky

Fireflies Above Kingston

The sky above Kingston shimmered like a sheet of obsidian sprinkled with electric stars. But tonight, something was different. The "fireflies" were back.

Zoey Jones stood barefoot on the roof of her grandmother's old house in August Town, the cool night breeze tangling her long braids as she stared skyward. Around her, the soft hum of the town blended with the rustling banana trees and distant laughter from the market road. But Zoey wasn't listening-she was calculating.

"Twelve seconds between bursts," she muttered, tapping her worn-out wrist module. "Pattern repeating every one-point-two minutes. That's not random."

Beside her, a small spherical drone-her invention, Candlebug-hovered silently, recording the lights in the sky. What the locals had called "fireflies" for the past three months were not insects at all. They were too high, too synchronized, and too fast.

Zoey, just seventeen and already a student at UWI's experimental robotics lab, had been tracking the phenomenon since it began. The first time she saw them, flickering like celestial Morse code over Blue Mountains, she thought it was a satellite glitch. The second time, she'd recorded their angles. By the fifth, she was sure-these weren't human.

"Zoom in, Candlebug," she whispered.

The drone's lens adjusted. Through its feed, Zoey saw the lights refract in patterns that danced like flames-orange, teal, violet-swirling across the upper atmosphere. But behind the beauty, the fireflies formed grids, moved with purpose.

A frequency pulse echoed from her wrist module-low, rhythmic, familiar. She tapped through the readings and froze.

"No way... it's responding."

Zoey dropped to her knees, fingers flying across the holo-keyboard projected from her module. The lights were transmitting on a frequency nearly identical to the signal used by the now-defunct Deep Space Relay that collapsed during the 2037 storm season.

"How are they using that frequency? The station's been dead for a decade..."

Suddenly, the fireflies pulsed in unison-a golden surge that blanketed the entire sky like a silent explosion. Every car alarm on the street below blared. Dogs barked. The air shifted, just slightly, as if the atmosphere exhaled.

And then-a beam of cool, blue light shot straight down from the sky and struck the hills of St. Andrew.

Zoey's heart pounded. "That's less than three kilometers away..."

The light vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Candlebug buzzed anxiously, its sensors blinking crimson. The drone had picked up a massive power surge-clean, renewable energy. Not a weapon, but a signal.

Zoey stood slowly, eyes still locked on the stars. The lights above began to retreat toward the horizon, shrinking until they disappeared behind the black veil of clouds drifting toward Port Royal.

A chill ran through her. She wasn't alone anymore. Whoever-or whatever-was piloting those lights had made contact.

Not with the world.

With her.

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