Being a celebrity is not what it’s cracked up to be.

There was a time when I yearned for the crowds to chant my name. That was before the Rift.

Now, I have different concerns.

Like the curvy human female that tempts me every night in my dreams. I know nothing about her, except that her eyes are green… and that our souls belong to each other.

I feel that in my very bones.

The dreams always end too soon. I wake up before I can ask who she is, or where I can find her… or before I can taste her, can kiss her, can take her like every fiber of my being desperately desires…

It’s starting to interfere with my training, and with my studies.

I’m a Kazimir warrior monk. My time should be devoted to studying the Zoran writs, to meditating, and to sparring.

Instead, I find myself daydreaming about those damn green eyes for hours!

And I haven’t even mentioned my wings yet. They’ve sprouted from my back, seemingly overnight. I have hidden them under my temple cloak for the time being. The Warrior Regiments must not know — they are purists, and my changes will make me… suspect.

The human female consumes my mind. I don’t need the added trouble of the Regiments right now.

Not while I search for her.

Furthermore, the Zorashi symbols on my arms have taken on a faint glow as well, but that’s the least of my concerns at the moment.

An elder approaches in the Ua halls, and he rouses me from my deep thoughts.

“Ah, Davor!” He says. “I have a niece who would very much like your autograph. You’re not busy right now, are you?”

Ah.

I hide my disappointment and oblige.

My battle prowess is now working against me. The elders only ever acknowledge my tournament victories. They don’t see the effort I put into my studies. I’m starting to feel like I’m nothing more than a trophy.

A Kazimir tournament champion is a rare thing — traditionally, the Thaboists Regiments produce the best warriors. We are monks, and our training is supposed to be… symbolic.

I didn’t get that memo.

“If you have the time, I’d love to introduce you to my niece,” the elder says. “She would be amazed!”

“Ah, perhaps another time,” I say. “I have to go.”

“Of course, you need to prepare for the upcoming tournament!” he says. “I won’t keep you.”

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” I lie as I quickly make my departure and head down towards the archives.

In truth, I unenrolled from the coming tournament. I want to focus all of my energy on finding the source of my dreams. I hope to find the answer in the archives.

I go there often, for it is always empty. There was a time when the Kazimir monks spent all of their days in here, surrounded by dusty tomes, but lately the interest of the Order has shifted towards the Lovespores.

New Exon’s surface is covered with the microscopic spores, but their concentration is especially strong in the underground lagoons underneath our halls. I prefer the certainty of the written word over the Lovespores, even though they’re supposed to make you euphoric.

What I need most right now are answers, not a soothing high.

I settle down and dig through a few texts. Just when I’m about to give up hope, a sentence catches my eye.

The Mating Star Prophecy.

My hands are shaking with excitement as my eyes scour the page. According to this text, drawn up by one of the Sacred Mothers decades ago, when the Zorashi symbols light up it means that one’s Chosen is near!

The bond between two Chosen will be so strong, it can manifest itself across planets, or even entire galaxies!

Is that what is happening?!

I’ve heard of the Mating Star Prophecy before, but I didn’t take it too seriously… the idea that New Exon has a twin planet, lost somewhere in space, seemed ludicrous to me.

I honestly thought the Sacred Mothers who dreamt that up had taken too strong a dose of Lovespores. However, my symbols have been glowing ever since I’ve started having the dreams about the mysterious human female…

Is the Mating Star Prophecy truly coming to pass?

And more importantly, does this bring me one step closer to finding my Chosen?!