“When he shall die, take him and cut him in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with the night and pay no worship to the garish sun.” – Shakespeare
One of my great loves is the night sky. I’m not into astrology but I do love astronomy. I do believe there is a message in the constellations and the celestial arrangement of the stars and their movements but the story is not ours.
But I’ll not go into my religious beliefs here.
Genesis 1:14 ‘And the Creator said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years.’
This is about The Crystal Crux epic fantasy series and the Corona Borealis specifically.
One of the great mysteries of the world is how constellations and stars have been named and revered almost the world over in the same manner.
Corona Borealis is a northern constellation between Bootes and Hercules, just above the Serpens Caput.
Corona Borealis means Northern Crown. It is a semi-circle consisting chiefly of five bright stars, Alphecca being the “gem.”
The first four gems would be perfectly geometric octagons and serve as the base. The fifth gem, the capstone, the crux, would sit upon the other four stones and unite them all.
Legend says the crown once belonged to Ariande, the daughter of Minos, King of Crete. Minos had ordered the building of the Labyrinth, in which was housed the Minotaur, the son of his wife and her coupling with a white bull. Yes, strange tales indeed.
The supernatural blueprint Hephaestus developed was a scryers dream …
While there are many variations of each tale in mythology, the one I am pursuing is Dionysus eventually taking Ariande as his bride. The Crown of five stars was a gift he gave her at their wedding, a gift crafted by Hephaestus.
Everything he (Pero de Alava) had imagined to do with his life; every purpose he had wished to accomplish; every goal he had ever dreamed of reaching, were extinguished. There was nothing left but the stars and the sky.
I hope to work a lot of this imagery and symbolism into Pero de Alava’s quest to right his world – a world he apparently fell from.
“He came,” the stones and pebbles around the Spaniard softly stirred and whispered. “He came.”