The Girl Who Called The Stars (The Starlight Duology Book 1)

by Heather Hildenbrand

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Subscribe

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  About the Author

  The Girl Who Called The Stars

  The Starlight Duology #1

  © 2018 by Heather Hildenbrand

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design by Danielle Fine

  Editing by Shantella Benson, Avanturine Press

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  For Austin & Brooke, my little muses.

  Prologue

  Year: House of Leone 1129

  Planet: Zorovia

  System: Ursuna

  Darkness spread out around me in the castle’s gardens as I waited in my hiding place among the skullbushes. The black smoke that filled the air was so thick that each shallow breath burned my lungs and eyes. My planet, Zorovia, had fallen. I didn’t need to see the lifeless bodies of the royal guard scattered on the grounds to know that.

  Something moved nearby. I stopped breathing. Darkness brushed my skin, and I knew the noise I’d heard wasn’t my father coming for me.

  A scream built in my throat, but I swallowed it. Empresses weren’t supposed to hide. Not even twelve-year-old ones. The need to fight rose up and the closest skullbush began to smolder thanks to the heat of what flowed through my veins. But, what I possessed wouldn’t be enough to win.

  I rose to my feet and sprinted from my hiding place. The pointed leaves caught on my dress but I kept going. The fabric ripped and tore as I shoved through the thick hedge at my back. A branch slid sharply over my cheek, but I shut my eyes, tucked my head and kept going, gritting my teeth through the pain.

  I broke free of the skullbushes and landed hard against a body on the other side. My shriek was silenced as a hand landed over my mouth.

  “Shh! It’s just me. You’re safe.” The familiar voice of my best friend calmed me instantly, and I grabbed his hand, pulling it away from my mouth.

  “Xander!” I sucked in a gulp of air and threw my arms around him.

  He lifted me off the ground in a tight hug that ended too fast. Then he grabbed my arms and drew me away to study my face. Sharp blue eyes held mine, and I drank in the safety they offered. Xander was a permanent fixture for me and even at twelve—he was thirteen and he never let me forget it—I knew he always would be.

  Xander equaled safety.

  “I’ve been looking for you. Are you hurt?” He didn’t wait for an answer before his gaze swept up and down my body.

  “No, I…” His thumb brushed a trail down my cheek and I winced. The branches must have left a mark. “How did you find me?” I asked.

  His reply was halted as a roar rose up behind us. We exchanged a look and even with the worry in his eyes, there was a reassurance. A promise to protect me no matter what.

  “We have to move,” he said.

  “Where?” I asked.

  “I’ll show you. Your mother is waiting.”

  He grabbed my hand, and I held tight as we ran.

  Around us, I could see movement through the haze, but Xander never stopped or even slowed. I stuck close, pushing my body to its limits and beyond. If we stopped, we were dead.

  “This way,” Xander said.

  He led us to the corner of an outbuilding—the one that housed our cruiser pods. I half-expected him to duck inside, but he only veered around it and cut a path into the trees that lined the wall.

  My mother was here?

  A circle of crystals had been laid out and Xander steered me toward it. Standing just beyond the circle, two figures loomed. I slowed, squinting to make them out as Xander urged me forward. “It’s okay,” he assured me. But his voice had changed. His eyes, which had sought me out every three seconds during our wild run, were distant now.

  “Xander?” I asked.

  “Alina?” my mother called.

  Finally, we came to a stop in front of the figures—directly inside the crystal circle. My mother stepped out of the fog and grabbed me in a tight hug. Her dress was torn and her arms were bloody, but she was alive. I hugged her back—too scared to be embarrassed that Xander was watching.

  Just like Xander had done, she pulled away too soon. Her eyes did a quick search of me, assessing. “You’re all right?” she asked, smoothing my ratty hair.

  I nodded, holding her wrists just so I had some physical connection. “Where’s Dad? He never came back.”

  Her mouth tightened into a thin line. Instead of answering me, she gestured to the person beside her. Peter, my tutor, stepped up beside my mother, his face gaunt and lined with worry. His dark eyes were glassy but focused.

  “I have everything ready,” he said.

  “Ready for what?” I asked, looking back and forth between them.

  “What’s going on?” I demanded, dropping my mother’s wrists in order to whirl on Xander.

  No one answered me.

  My mother laid a hand on Xander’s arm. “You have done the most brave and noble thing, Xander Hart. They will not forget.”

  His eyes flicked to me then back to her. The pain etched in his expression hurt my heart. “Are you sure this is the only way?” he asked.

  My mother nodded. “It’s her best chance.”

  Xander sighed. “That’s all that matters then.” He turned to me. “Alina, I…” He took a quick breath, let it out again. His eyes held so much pain.

  “Xander, what’s happening?” I asked, crying even though I didn’t know why.

  “I have to go. You…have to go too,” he said in a thick voice.

  “Will I see you again?”

  It was a silly question. I’d seen him every day for my entire life. Him and Jalene. They were my best friends in the whole seven systems. Of course I’d see him again. This was one day. A horrible day, but still…

  “I don’t know. But I will never, ever forget. Do you hear me?” He looked angry—and impossibly sad.

  I nodded, suddenly unsure of my voice.

  He reached for me, holding me so tightly against him that I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to breathe if it meant letting him go.

  He stepped back so suddenly, I wobbled and nearly fell. Peter steadied me with a hand on my shoulder. Xander looked
at him with blazing blue eyes. “Tell me where you’re going,” he demanded, desperation leaking into his words.

  “You know I can’t,” Peter said sadly.

  Xander opened his mouth, ready with another argument. Far in the distance, something roared. It was followed by a high-pitched scream that sounded like—

  “Jalene,” Xander said, his jaw tightening.

  “Go,” my mother said. “You’ve done more than enough here. Thank you.”

  Xander turned to run and then paused, looking back at me once more. “I will find you,” he promised. His eyes burned like balls of blue fire as he held my gaze. “No matter what. I will search the stars and every planet in the seven systems forever if that’s what it takes. I swear it.”

  He kissed me once. Hard. Right on the mouth and right in front of my mother.

  Then he was gone.

  I let out a strangled cry and tried to run after him but my mother grabbed me. “Alina, you have to escape. If you don’t, this will all be lost. For good this time. Go with Peter now.”

  I stopped struggling as understanding dawned. “You’re not coming?”

  Peter’s arm slid around my shoulder—comfort and a clear message that if I tried to run again, he’d only haul me back.

  Instead of explaining, my mother took my face in her hands. She bent so that we were eye to eye, a soft smile on her lips. With her thumbs, she rubbed something chalky down my face. I wrinkled my nose at the strange smell. It made me stomach roll.

  “Alina, there is more power in you than you can imagine, but even if you weren’t our future, I would save you in this way. You are my daughter, my heart. I love you. What I do for you now, I do for all. And when you’re ready, it will all be there. Waiting for you to claim it. To lead them.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said, crying now.

  “You will.” She kissed my forehead.

  “Not without you, I won’t. I can’t.”

  “You can and you will,” she said firmly. It only made me cry harder. “When you are ready, your heart will call to the stars. They always answer and they will bring you home.”

  Through the haze of panic and fear, I struggled to understand. But then my mother launched into a string of words I’d never heard before. They were rhythmic and soft at first then more insistent. Hard. Like they were building toward something bigger than I knew how to face.

  The air around me stirred.

  My own mind spun.

  I shut my eyes against the wave of dizziness. Behind my lids, I watched as my own memories began to play out. First, everything that had happened today. Then yesterday. Then before that. And then, one by one, they vanished.

  One minute they were there and the next they were just…gone.

  “What are you…?” I began but it was too late.

  My mother’s voice rose louder, and the wind kicked up, blowing my hair until the ends of it pricked against the scratch on my cheek.

  My skin burned.

  My head throbbed.

  I shut my mouth, unable to remember what I’d been about to say.

  A hand slipped into mine, pulling me toward the trees that seemed to whisper things, urging me to come closer.

  Warm lips brushed my cheek in a final goodbye.

  At the edge of the circle, something roared and crashed closer.

  My mother cried out to Peter, “Hurry!”

  Peter lifted me up and began carrying me deeper into the trees. I pried my eyes open and twisted in Peter’s arms, looking back as a black silhouette rose up behind my mother. A Shadow.

  She smiled at me one final time and then turned to face it.

  Peter ducked behind a large tree and dragged my hand up, placing its palm against the rough bark of a tree. I struggled against him, thrashing and kicking. “Mom!” I screamed.

  In the wake of my vanishing memories, the woman getting torn to shreds by the Shadow ceased to be my mother as the wind continued to churn up the world around me.

  I turned away and watched the tree bend toward me. Gnarled branches wound around my limbs and yanked me off my feet into some sort of tunnel that sucked me inside.

  The world tilted and whirled.

  Then, it all vanished—and I forgot it all.

  Chapter One

  Year: Reign of Tharos 5

  Planet: Earth

  System: Milky Way

  The attack was unexpected, but it wasn’t entirely surprising. Through the mirror’s reflection, I caught sight of Peter in the hall. I didn’t stop brushing my hair as he moved closer. I pretended not to notice him yet, letting him think he had the element of surprise.

  At the same moment he thrust his energy outward, I whirled to dodge his blast of heat. His chest glowed brightly, a white light that illuminated my tiny bedroom. I could feel Peter’s energy building, expanding to create an impenetrable perimeter around his body, something I didn’t dare try with my own energy-force. He couldn’t boil his own insides like I could—and he couldn’t fire the heated rays at an enemy like I could either.

  Peter’s wall built higher. Faster.

  I split my energy between gathering my energy and distracting Peter.

  “We’ve only ever trained in the cellar. Launching an attack in my bedroom is cheating,” I accused.

  We’d never trained in the house before, but last Saturday changed things when a dark figure had nearly spotted us during our trip to San Diego. Peter’s ability to cloak us was the only reason we’d escaped because I’d panicked.

  What had he really expected? We hadn’t seen one of them—the Shadows—in nearly a year before last week.

  Every day since the sighting, we’d trained.

  “We talked about this,” Peter said, shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet. He wasn’t letting his guard down. “You have to be ready at all times. Even when you think you’re safest.”

  “No one is safe before I’ve had coffee,” I countered.

  Peter’s brows rose. “Prove it.”

  “Don’t worry, I plan to. Anyone who attacks a girl in her own bedroom before she’s had her morning caffeine is a monster,” I grumbled.

  “Hit me,” Peter challenged. “Just once. Then you can have your coffee.”

  “Promise?” I demanded.

  “I wouldn’t lie to royalty.”

  My eyes narrowed, but I didn’t bother to respond.

  The heat inside me had reached its boiling point, and the blood in my veins spread it like lava to the rest of my body. Steam rose from my fingertips as I lifted them and pointed at Peter. His eyes widened, and he backed toward my bedroom door.

  I fired a blast of heat, and Peter lunged into the hallway, dodging the laser-like beam that shot from my body. The wall sizzled. I huffed, flipping my hair off my now sweaty neck.

  “Dammit,” I muttered.

  I hated losing.

  Peter’s face appeared in the doorway again, and he frowned at the burnt drywall. “Maybe training in the house isn’t such a good idea,” he agreed.

  My brow rose. “You think?”

  “Let’s reconvene in the cellar,” he said, ducking into the bathroom to wet a washcloth. He returned and wrung it out against the wall. The sizzling hissed and then died off. Peter tossed the wet cloth into the laundry bin.

  “Ten minutes?” he asked.

  I folded my arms over my chest, pretending to be against his suggestion. “Twenty,” I argued, mostly for show.

  “Fifteen,” he countered. “That’s plenty of time. I left you two pieces of bacon on the stove. Coffee’s already brewed.”

  At that, I let out a breath and dropped my hands to my sides. Peter was gone before I could thank him. Likely, he was already on his way to the cellar to plot out an attack strategy to ambush me with.

  I’d be ready for it, though, and hopefully this time I wouldn’t miss.

  Although, the idea of hitting Peter—of hurting him—always made me hesitate. I had a feeling it’s what kept me from actually winning any
of our matches. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Peter, and even if I knew it meant our future survival, I wasn’t sure I could hurt him. He might not have been my biological father, but he was all I knew. He was more than my guardian in this world; he was my family now.

  Alone, I studied the blackened area of drywall. It wasn’t smoking anymore but it looked hideous in the midst of the pristine white and gray of my simple décor. I’d have to repair it and then repaint the area, maybe this weekend if Peter stopped training me long enough to give me a chance. His favorite way to punish me for losing these stupid training exercises was to assign a DIY project. It was still a weird thing to me, the idea of an empress doing her own home repairs, or maybe it was weird that it had become so normal.

  A lot of things about life on Earth felt strange—even without any memory of my life before it. Like a déjà vu gone wrong. The only things I knew were the bits Peter had told me. I was an empress on the run from the Shadows—and someday, I’d return and take back our home from the monsters who’d invaded.

  My memory had been wiped for my own protection—a fact I still didn’t understand fully since Peter had just told me everything, anyway.

  But just as quickly as the thoughts of home had come, I chased them away. Daydreaming about the life I’d forgotten was too dangerous. Besides, it always started and ended with those blue eyes…

  I couldn’t remember a time I hadn’t dreamt of them and lately it had only gotten worse. I couldn’t afford to think about them now. Not if I wanted to beat Peter without actually killing him.

  Gathering my hair into my hands, I focused on the attack I knew Peter was planning. I’d have to disable him while avoiding actual injury. Tricky, but I could do it if I was careful. Probably. While I strategized, I arranged my hair. My thick tangles resisted the ponytail, but I forced them into the band, anyway. Moving quickly now, I changed out of my pajamas and headed downstairs.

  In less than fifteen minutes, I’d consumed all the bacon and nearly drained my second cup of coffee. If this morning’s ambush was any indication, I was going to need the caffeine to keep up my strength.