So this just kind of came to me. Let me know what you think.

"Mama," A young Lucy whispered as she stared at the void that was the night. "Why are there no stars? I've read books about stars that say there used to be a whole ton of them, but how come I've never seen one?"

Layla Heartphilia chuckled, her large skirt fanned out from her as she lay on the soft grass next to her daughter. "Well Lucy dear, there is a legend that is whispered between the trees in the nearby forest. That legend says that one day the Fox, Velpecula, decided it had had enough with the dull dark sky and descended down to earth, taking on the form of the animal of its namesake, a fox. Of course the other constellations tried their hardest to bring him back but they found that once they were on earth, they couldn't go back to the sky."

"The poor constellations," Lucy whimpered. Layla smiled at her daughter and continued.

"Eventually almost all of the constellations were stuck here on earth. The few that remained in the sky retreated to as far away from earth as possible. So now the night is dark and the moon is lonely. Many of the constellations have forgotten themselves and traverse on as everyday humans or animals."

"Mama, was that another one of your fables that tell life lessons?" Lucy, being quite wise for her young age, had caught on to these stories and was surprised when her mother shook her head.

"No, Lucy, it's not. And I'm not finished yet." She poked the child in the nose and puckered her face before continuing. "One day the wisest of the Constellations, The Southern Cross, counciled with Cassiopeia and Cephus, the King and Queen of Ethiopia, and they decided to send Pyxis, the compass, down to find the constellations and return them to the sky."

Lucy smiled. "Yay! So the stars get to go home?"

Layla's grin darkened. "However," She said, her voice grim. "Once Pyxis got to earth, she too began to forget herself and her purpose."

"The scattered stars may never return to their home."

Many years later finds Lucy in her teens, still young but experienced beyond her years. She races down the hallway of the house she shares with her mother, her breathing labored with panic.

"Momma?" Lucy cried as she threw open the door, rushing in. "Momma what's wrong?"

Her mother sat hunched in her bed. "Lucy I need to tell you something," She bit out, gasping between words. "You are not what I've told you." She hissed through clenched teeth as a bead of presperation rolled down her temple. Lucy rushed to gather her mother's shaky hand within her own. "Hush, Momma, don't talk. Please." Lucy's voice was strained with emotion.

Her mother continued none-the-less. "I must ell you, before it's too late. You are one of the scattered stars, Lucy. You are the compass."

"The compass?" Lucy asked with a hint of disbelief flodding her mind. "From that fairytale you told me all those years ago? Me?" Layla cringed and clutched her chest as a roll of pain swept through her.

"Yes, Lucy. Or should I say Pyxis? You are the compass that will return the stars. I fear I should've told you this sooner but I could never bring myself to say it. Please do not hate me." Layla's voice was becoming weak and her face became paler by the second. The woman's grip on Lucy's hand weakened.

"I could never hate you, Momma." She said sadly. "Especially not now." Lucy wiped the tears from her eyes as her mother released her final breath, her fight with the illness now over.

Lucy had alot of work ahead of her.