“What happened?” asked the little girl, quite excited.
“Well,” said the Sun. “Right before the wedding, the King lined up all the boy stars,”. The little girl nodded. She really had no clue where she was and what was to happen but she was enjoying it.
“And he was to pick his favorite and most powerful star of all to stay by his side during his special day,”.
Who did he pick? thought the little girl. Did he even pick any of the stars?
“Just about as the King was going to pick, he vanished,”. The little girl’s eye’s widened. She felt as if her heart had suddenly stopped.
“H-he….w-went to heaven?” whispered the little girl.
“Nobody knows, he could be anywhere,” said the sun, whispering, too. The little girl nodded. It was quite hard to take in that much at once. Where was the God of Stars? Was he in heaven? Was he alive but somewhere far, far away? Was he closer than the little girl expected. Or was he right in front of her face?