Wake my Star Child, the worlds are waiting for you....
Chanson awakes to his mother's voice. He's five years old, and just starting to realize the City is at his beck and call. He's a lordling; the divine progeny of a Priestess and a Duke. The city is at his fingertips. Even at this young age, people listen when he speaks. They hang on his every word, jump to his orders. His mother takes him for his first tattooing, cutting his skin in the patterns of the stars and filling the new void with special inks. The void. His legacy and birthright. When his skin starts to shine for the first time, they declare him consecrated.
Wake my Star Child, the worlds are waiting for you....
Chanson awakes. He's ten now. He feels the stars' pull for the first time. He's at school, reciting the Litanies when he feels the strings of star-stuff reach around him and start to lift him. He doesn't make it far, only to his tiptoes. But, it's the first time he understands his mother's words. he is something else. Other. Holier. He may be born of this world, but it will not contain him. The acolytes stop calling him Chanson, instead bestowing him with an honorific. Nur. They start treating him differently. His mother starts treating him differently. More distantly. He can feel that void, all the way through his bones, into his soul.
Wake my Star Child, the worlds are waiting for you....
Nur awakes. He's sixteen now. His time at home is done. His mother has decided that his divine providence no longer has a place in her temple, in her husband's court, in her home. Nur must take to the stars. His radiance will be a light for simpler worlds. His words will be their guidance. His place is somewhere else. Through The Portal. She takes him for one last tattooing, personally cutting and inscribing the star's light into his eyes. He steps through the portal. Her finals words carry with him across all that massive void.
Wake my Star Child, the worlds are waiting for you....