But tonight, something was different. There was a bright star in the sky, and it seemed to be calling to her. Novaria reached out to it, but her hand was stopped by an invisible cage.
"Of course they wouldn't allow it," she thought. "They've been holding me prisoner for so long."
Novaria knew that she was the last remaining Astral Artificer. She had been born in the Valley of Stars, and her people had been blessed with a fragment of the stars' power. But they had also been foolish, and had sought to build the Star Atlas, under the delusion that it would allow them to unlock the stars' secrets.
The stars had been furious, and had destroyed the Valley of Stars and its people. Novaria had been the only survivor, and she had been imprisoned by the stars ever since.
But now, Novaria was determined to break free. She reached out to the bright star again, and this time, she was not stopped. She felt the star's power flow through her, and she was transformed. Her skin became covered in stars, and she grew taller and stronger.
The stars were shocked. They had never seen anything like this before. Novaria was no longer their prisoner. She was their equal.
"I am Novaria," she said. "I am the First Observer. And I am free."
With that, Novaria turned and walked away from the stars. She knew that she would never be able to control them, but she was determined to find a way to live alongside them. She would use her newfound power to protect her people, and to ensure that no one else would ever be imprisoned by the stars.
Novaria walked towards the dawn, and the stars watched her go. They knew that she was a threat, but they also knew that she was the only one who could stop them from destroying the world.
The stars would have to wait and see what Novaria would do next.
