"Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might;
Have the wish I wish tonight."
My head was destined to be in the stars the very moment I was conceived. A star was placed in my hand as soon as I could grasp inanimate objects and my training of the constellations began as soon as I could talk. Most children grew up learning their numbers and ABC's. I grew up navigating the astral plane.
"What do you see?" Samson would ask, pointing up at the sky. We would lay on our backs, outside on the grass, on warm summer nights. He would test my knowledge of the universe, but what he really wanted to know was how strong my ability was to navigate the stars and the meaning of their placement at that particular moment. I didn't know it, but he was grooming me for a grander purpose. One that was rare, but prevalent within our world. He wanted to make sure that I had the sight; the gift that each member of our pack had been blessed with for as long as we could remember. My brother wanted to find out what my unique specialty was and how we could use it to our advantage. My gift didn't surface until I was about ten years old, the age that my body started to show signs of the first change.
