"Everything I ever thought about myself—who I was, what I am—was a lie. Or sort of. You have no idea how… — Neil Gaiman

I ran from him. But he found me and bound me with an obligation, which binds my kind more securely than any chain ever could.

Every boy in the village was in love with Victoria Forester. And many a sedate gentleman, quietly married with grey in his beard, would stare at her as she walked down the street, becoming, for a few moments, a boy once more, in the spring of his years with a spring in his step.

"And if I brought you the fallen star?" asked Tristran lightly. "What would you give me? A kiss? Your hand in marriage?"

"Anything you desire", said Victoria, amused.