• Olivia, smartest girl in the in the village also happened to be the one all the boys never took the time to look at. In truth she wasn't the prettiest, that title belonged to Silvia, her archenemy. One-day Jeremy, her crush and best friend announced his engagement to Silvia (they were to be married the next day). This news broke her heart, although she never showed it until she was alone that night. She cried until she fell asleep. The next morning when she awoke she thought that the sun was much too bright, so she shut her windows and pulled the shudders over the glass. The luminance was still there. She thought this strange, she disregarded that, and raced to the church to stop the wedding. The heavy wooden doors flung open before her. Everyone in the church turned to look at her. She stared at Jeremy with tears in hers eyes. He ran to meet her pushing his bride into the priest. “You look beautiful....” he said.
    She smiled and a sob of job exploded from her chest as she crushed him to her. “Thank you, Jeremy I-”
    “Your beautiful...” he repeated.
    She backed up shaking her head at the man she thought she loved. “What? Is that all you care about?!” she shrieked letting her anger color her voice, “MY BEAUTY?!” She backed up further another sob broke out, one of fury. Her anger turned her around and made her run across the village, until she her sorrow made her knees buckle under her making her crash to the ground. Tears turning the dry earth under her into mud. Olivia lay there the tears starting to form a puddle where she was. Then some thing unexpected happened. A star came down from the heavens to comfort the upset beauty.
    “I am Demetri,” began the star “do you like your transformation? The master does! He requests your hand in marriage actually.” Olivia looked at him bewildered.
    “The master? What does he want me because I'm pretty too? It's to be expected. There was nothing appealing about me before this!” she cried.
    “Oh no, not at all! The god of the moon is my master you see, he has been in love with you for some time now.” Demetri smiled gesturing toward the moon. She stared at the night sky watching the infinite number of dots that seemed to move in a shimming dance around the glittering orb in the middle of it all. She stood up and composed herself.
    “Tell your master that I except.” Demetri smiled so wide it extended from dimple to dimple. A staircase of clouds materialized in front of them. Demetri and the cloud he rode floated up the stairs. Olivia hesitantly followed, to her surprise the clouds were solid when stepped on. They ascended up the clouds into the heavens all the way to the moon. There, there sat a man with hair that flowed slightly past his ears made of a lovely silver dust, his skin was a little paler than hers, wore a white robe that was longer than he was tall (hard to believe as it was). He immediately flung himself from the throne he sat in to greet them. A grin erupted from his oh-so-perfect features as he drew near. “Stefan!” she exclaimed as if she had known him her entire life.
    “You have kept me waiting for some time My Livia,” he said addressing her by her mother’s nickname for her. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling. He smiled too. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for all my life, your smile, I could look at it forever and never blink for fear it may fade.” He cooed. Stefan held her close, Olivia buried her head in his chest.
    “I have never met you in all my life and yet somehow I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you…” she admitted her face bright red.
    He didn’t say anything he just hugged her closer. She didn’t say anything either just stood locked in their eternal embrace.