“Hey, when they brought me in – my letter – do you know if they have it, by any chance?”
“Oh, right!” Derrick fished around in his pockets for a moment, then pulled the crumpled, blood-stained envelope out and offered it to Lucas. “Sorry! I completely forgot! Jonah had it – he asked me to give it to you.”
Lucas took it and sagged with relief. He would worry about the crusted blood on the pages later. He was just glad to be holding it again. “Thank you,” he said to Derrick, and then turned back to the sky, and with his free hand reached toward his neck, where his silver cross still hung. “Thank you, Guthix, for my life,” he whispered softly to the stars. “Saradomin, give me courage to keep going. Zamorak, give me strength to face whatever comes next. I can’t do this alone. But I will do what I must to win this war and return to her. Bring me back to her, I beg you.”
Justine was sitting and looking out at the same stars, but not on the balcony that Lucas imagined. Instead, she was on a higher balcony, and further down the street, in the palace, standing beside the Prince. As different as the view of Varrock was from here, she loved that her view of the stars never changed, no matter where she was. The constellation of the warrior with his bow, Archea, was still right above her, and the winged horse drawing his chariot was still coming up from the southern horizon. It was the one constant in her life, and it calmed her to look up and see something so familiar every time.
“You’re very quiet tonight,” James observed softly, studying not the stars, but the profile of her face.
“Lucas and I used to try to count the stars,” she smiled in memory, then shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I shouldn’t be talking about Lucas.”
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