Celestial-positioned in or relating to the sky; belonging or relating to the heavens.

The wicked rays of the sun showed no mercy once again as her heat left my pale, almost white skin burning red. I stole a quick glance at the burning star that seemed stuck in its position high up in the cloudless, cerulean blue sky. Here time stopped as though it ceased to exist, ripping itself from the loving grasp of space, leaving behind only small fabrics of hard-edged reality. I looked up from the barren ground once again to see the same thing I had seen for ten years. Two well placed mountainous boulders overshadowed my seemingly puny form on either side of me as I raced through them, and sighed in relief as they provided me with the cool shade that my body so desperately yearned for. My eyes squinted ever so slightly to try and distinguish the details of the grand silhouette that lay way beyond these ancient-looking desert rocks, but I could not see my destination anymore. Because the boulders had moved in front of me, blocking my view yet again.

It was always the same thing every night; the desire to continue on this unusual quest stopped suddenly by these magnificent rocks, covered in transcendentally beautiful yet comforting lines, that seemed to move with such finesse and silence that I was surprised to not find any cracks on the earth they once stood on nor on the boulders themselves. I watched each line glow and pulsate in a cyan blue colour, as though these shapes pleaded -begged- for my attention. Their intricate curls had aroused my curiosity (as they should), lured me in.

I never knew what the meanings behind these symbols were, but I didn't need to. For they had voices that, in hushed tones, vocalised their every meaning to me like lovers in their heated moment, they sounded almost sensual. But there were too many of them to listen to, too many to differentiate. But at the same time, I knew what they craved for. My hands reached out for the glowing rocks.

Land of Waterfall, Village of Raijin, The Queen's Throne Room

She waltzed into the Throne room with such elegance that every sway of her hips did not go unnoticed. Her slim, salmon coloured and slightly bustled satin gown flowed around her in a waterfall of pink waves. There was no need for any ornaments as the top of her garb which fitted her perfectly was encrusted in rubies and sapphires and emeralds of all shapes and sizes in a floral pattern, so much so that they were the only part of the garment that kept her chest from being exposed to the lustful eyes of the council. Each arm held the weight of one hundred small stones as they took in the sun's rays coming from the tall windows with great hunger, green and blue and red lights dancing on the walls of the throne room. Her amaranth pink tresses fell behind her, concealing the prominent scars on her back, a great contrast to her fair complexion. Jungle green eyes inspected her throne room and its inhabitants with nothing short of compassion, as she walked up the golden marble steps clothed with red velvet and sat down on her red royal seat.

Every man and woman bent their knee and exposed the bare skin of their necks to her, a sign of obedience and trust. 'Your Eminence,' Lord Katsu, the President of the High Council started with his soft, almost inaudible voice, 'We bring you great news this morning.' A single perfect eyebrow arched in curiosity at her President's words, which was not overlooked by said man. 'We have found her.' An audible gasp escaped the Queen's rosy lips. 'All these years we have been searching for her, and now I am given the honour of announcing such grand news in front of the entire court. Your daughter is alive and well, Your Eminence.' And it was for the first time that morning that she truly smiled in front of her court, her pearl white teeth almost blinding yet bewitching.

She spoke to her fellow advisors, her voice low, almost sultry and yet authoritative, 'it is time for her to come home.'

'Yes, your Eminence.'