You’re doing stand up in a Tavern and are heckled by an infamous Outlaw. Off the stand up a standoff-ish stand off begins when you must stand up for yourself!

A superhero amongst aliens yet alienated from the worlds of superhero’s, Celeste was born in the belly of moon rock known as Lullabies Litter. A crater nestled on the dark side of the crescent, and a sanctuary from spaces cosmic conflicts, Lullabies Litter was a home to magical monsters and benevolent beasts in an Eden no God could foresee.

What do you call a being outcast from a world of hero’s and so foreign to a galaxy of aliens that the Gods themselves continuously question its very existence? A wonderful mystery for sure!

She awoke to a cluster of Jelly Stars dancing halos above her head. These butterflies of space, they swam and flew reveries around her face. Her solar like eyes beamed bright with delight, as she yawned back to sleep to for the night.

Day dawned through the shade of a nurseries room, with a remaining fade of the moon tinting the sky framed by window. Beneath the sill a crib held a dreaming Celeste, a mobile spun overhead with butterflies and jellyfish surfing the solar system. A traveler of Dreams they call her. Just a TOD.

Aha! That’s hilarious how their curiosities of where Polaris’s powers originated were as if it was a normal occurrence to everyday life. I enjoyed where you headed with this very much! Also I initially had written my prompt without their being a Polaris to begin with and the initial draft was a polar bear lol. On a side note that would be another awesome power/curse/gift he discovers, as if he were a were-bear of sorts!

As the fragile ice broke from the lightest weight of Polaris, he plunged deeply into the frigid waters beneath him while frantically grasping for the firmer ground above!

Of course, I appreciate the creativity shared here. Kind of bummed it was removed cause of a simple question/simple answer rule. I’m fairly new here, so I wonder how it could be worded as a writing prompt with the same premise. “You, a chicken, do not wish to get to the other side of the road, yet somehow find yourself crossing it”

I enjoyed the prison like escape and flee from poverty in an imagery of flying ones coop. My favorite most magical line of yours was “Looking upward, she saw trillions of stars twinkling at her as if affirming her destiny to reach beyond her confines!” Also as soon as she escapes the dose of reality requiring a fight for one’s survival is an impactful lesson taught in the story. The chase across the road I pictured as a game of frogger between Fox and Chicken! The fact her passion for the promised land led her to the other side of a road she may have not wished for yet soon discovered was the “uninterrupted freedom” she dreamed of is mind blowing! Love how you wrote this!

The imagery of your post elicits the dopest thought of a dark horror toned sitcom cartoon! Like that of courage the cowardly dog! I imagine the show being called (Across the Road). With the reoccurring characters of Sebastian, the three chicks, and somehow a made it out alive Henrietta. Appreciate your response and writing style, thanks for entertaining the prompt!