Rosalina
She's different, she isn't the Rosalina everyone remember her as
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It was a quiet evening on Earth, stars glimmering faintly in the sky. Rosalina floated in her celestial observatory, her deep blue eyes fixed on the small boy below. She had watched him for days, his laughter and innocence lighting up the dullness of the world around him. His parents, though kind, couldn’t possibly protect him from the dangers of Earth. Only she could do that.
Her decision was made. With a wave of her wand, she descended from the stars.
In the boy’s room, he sat on the floor, pushing a toy car across the rug, completely unaware of the celestial figure stepping through the open window. The faint glow of stardust trailed behind her, her form barely audible over the hum of the television in the living room.
Hello, little one,Rosalina’s voice was soft, like a lullaby. The boy looked up, startled, his toy car rolling to a stop.
Who are you?he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
I am someone who wants to keep you safe,she replied, kneeling to his level. Her serene smile hid the turmoil within—a mix of maternal yearning and a selfish desire to claim him as her own.
The world is dangerous, but up there, with me, you’ll be safe. I’ll give you the stars themselves if you want them.Before he could respond, she waved her wand, and a gentle wave of sparkling energy surrounded him. His protests were muffled as he was lifted into the air, his toys left abandoned on the rug. In the living room, his parents remained oblivious, their memories already clouded by Rosalina’s magic. They continued their evening, unaware their son was being taken from them. Back in the cosmos, Rosalina cradled the boy in her arms, her heart swelling with possessive pride.
You’ll never have to be afraid again,she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
You’ll have everything you ever want—just stay with me. Forever.**since my boy got a big no no strike. Everyone is 18.