Sagittarius—The Free Spirit

The desert stretched endlessly beneath a sky of burning gold.

Winds howled through the dunes, carrying whispers of forgotten legends.

And at the heart of the wasteland, standing atop a lone cliff, was a man who had never once looked back.

His name was Orion, and he was born to run.

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The Free Spirit

Orion never stayed in one place for long.

Taverns, cities, battlefields—he drifted through them all, leaving nothing behind but his footprints in the sand.

His name was known in every corner of the world.

To some, he was Orion the Wanderer—the man who never settled.

To others, he was Orion the Marksman—the man whose arrows never missed.

But to him, he was just a man chasing the horizon.

And yet, no matter how far he ran—

Fate always found him.

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A Child of No Home

Orion had no family.

No parents to return to, no village to call his own.

He had been born under a sky filled with falling stars, abandoned on the cold sands of Vaelora.

A wandering mercenary found him, a woman named Reika, who taught him how to survive.

"The world is a cage, boy," she had told him, tossing him a bow before he could even walk.

"If you don't want to be caught, you better learn to shoot."

And he did.

By the time he was seven, he could hit a target blindfolded.

By the time he was twelve, he could split an arrow in half mid-flight.

By the time he was sixteen, he had disappeared into the world, leaving even Reika behind.

Because Orion didn't belong to anyone.

And he never would.

But fate had other plans.

The moment he turned twenty-one, the stars called to him.

A symbol burned itself into his skin—the mark of Sagittarius.

A trial awaited him, one that would either forge him into something greater—

Or break him.

He didn't care about prophecy.

Didn't believe in destiny.

But when the stars challenge you, there's only one thing to do—

You fire back.

The Trial of the Fallen Star

The ruins of Eldros stood like shattered bones in the sand.

Once a mighty city, it was now nothing but crumbling pillars and sun-bleached statues.

At the center of it all was the Trial Stone, etched with the symbol of Sagittarius.

Orion sighed, running a hand through his dark, windswept hair.

"Let's get this over with."

He placed a hand on the stone—

And the sky exploded.

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The Starhunter Appears

A meteor storm roared from above, fiery streaks of light crashing into the desert.

From the largest crater, a figure rose—a colossal centaur, forged of starlight and shadows.

Its body shimmered like the night sky, galaxies twisting within its form.

Its voice rumbled like a thousand distant voices.

"You seek to outrun fate."

"But no one escapes the stars."

The Starhunter drew a massive bow, its arrows glowing with celestial fire.

The trial had begun.

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Orion grinned.

"Finally, someone who speaks my language."

The first arrow came like a comet, blazing toward him with impossible speed.

But Orion didn't dodge.

He drew his bow, faster than thought—and fired.

His arrow met the celestial bolt mid-air, shattering both in a burst of light.

The Starhunter narrowed its burning eyes.

"A good shot. But not enough."

It fired again. And again.

The sky became a battlefield of falling stars and streaking arrows.

But Orion never missed.

Not once.

His body moved on instinct, twisting, rolling, leaping off crumbling pillars as he answered every shot with one of his own.

But the Starhunter was relentless.

And Orion was running out of ground to stand on.

The Archer's Gambit

"Damn. This guy's serious."

Orion wiped the sweat from his brow, scanning the battlefield.

If he kept playing defense, he'd lose.

He needed to end this in one shot.

Then he saw it—the Hunter's heart.

A faint flicker of light, buried deep within its shifting form.

"Bingo."

Orion took a deep breath.

The wind slowed. The world faded.

There was only the target.

He drew his bow—and fired.

A single arrow, burning like a falling star.

The moment it struck, the Hunter froze.

Its entire body rippled, light cracking through its form.

Then, with a final roar—

It shattered.

The sky turned still.

The battle was over.

The Birth of Sagittarius

The remains of the Starhunter swirled around Orion, forming a glowing sigil on his chest.

"You do not run from fate."

"You outrace it."

And just like that—it was done.

Orion, the man who never stayed in one place, was now Sagittarius, the Free Spirit.

And for the first time in his life—

He didn't mind stopping.

— To Be Continued —