Stella

The hills of Asemiti Lane are not particularly eye-opening in daylight, but the starlight from the night sky brings out all the hidden gems of the once-concealed valley. The dewdrops that laid on the tender blades of grass reflected off of the light of the stars and the flickering lights from the nearby little town. The wind grows cool and crisp, swaying through the trees gently and with great caution not to do any real harm, and the full, blue moon casts a grand, aquatic light onto the now-stunning hills.

And, of course, there was that mysterious girl named Stella.

Every blue moon, she would sit on the edge of the hills, her purple and pink galactic hair twinkling like the stars high up in the heavens. Her somewhat drooping, yet curious pearl-like eyes would stare directly into the face of the moonlight, expression unmoving, focus unwavering, tranquility everlasting. She would remain seated in that delicate, ethereal position until a young boy about her age sees her.

Stella senses a change in the night wind and abruptly turns around to face him, her eyes wildly fluttering from left to right to see if anyone was accompanying the young lad. However, it seemed to her that he was alone.

The boy, meanwhile, had not moved from his initial position. His smaller-than-average feet remained planted in the hilly earth and he examined the gorgeous girl, taken aback by her beauty and elegance. He could do nothing.

After a few minutes of awkward, unwavering silence, Stella rises from her seated posture and approaches the youngster with the shyest and slightest smile plastered on her face. Without a word, she takes the boy's hand carefully and puts a small amethyst in it. The rock shone like the galactic above and the purple aspects of it were especially dark and prominent, like the night sky under the blue moon at the present moment.

Before the boy could say anything, Stella closes her eyes and a mystical, purple light surrounds her being. She begins to rise from the ground up into the skies above, towards the moon, with a reverence in her face that the boy had never seen on anyone before. She gives him a small wave before disappearing behind the now fading blue moon.

Strangely, after the event, the boy could not recall what Stella had looked like, but he knew that she gave off that special purple light he had witnessed moments before.

And the amethyst she gave him shimmered too, transparent like the setting moon.

Almost as if it never existed in the first place.