I was with my friend, Este, sitting at Olive Garden, just like we do every Tuesday night. Catching up on the week we had. Este told me her husband was acting weird. I remember just what she told me. “That was not my lipstick on his mouth,” she said. “He bought jewellery via our joint account he never gave me” She thought it was infidelity. I said thought so too. So she was going to call him out.

Este wasn’t there. Tuesday night at Olive Garden. I waited. Long. Normally she’s there perfectly on time. Sometimes even early. But she wasn’t there that night. I heard she also didn’t show up at her job. She wasn’t seen anywhere.

Este’s husband, James, reports his missing wife. I saw him hanging up some posters around the neighbourhood. He was walking back home. I followed him, suspicious he did something. When we reached his house, I noticed his car had some brand new tires. “I’m going to slash his tires when I get him,” I remember Este said that night. He must’ve changed them already. I tried to look through their window, trying to find Este. I saw her upstairs, but it wasn’t her. It was another woman. His mistress. I had no doubt. Somebody’s got to catch him now.

 “I think he did it, but I just can’t prove it,” I told Este’s sister. Hoping she’d help me. Ofcourse she did. She loved her sister.

We came up with a plan. “Didn’t your father make you get a boating license when you were fifteen?” Este’s sister asked me. He did. It’s a good thing he did. I’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene. “You’ll tell them I was with you, right?” I asked her. “You bet I will” She promised me.

And here I am. Standing on a wooden boat in the middle of the lake. A plastic body beside me. Wondering how this all happened in a week. His mistress already reported him missing to the police. Este’s sister is going to cover me. I throw the plastic into the black liquid. The moon reflecting bright over it. His mistress is panicking all over the place. Being not so surprisingly more worried than her beloved boyfriend was when Este went missing.

She thinks I did it, but she just can’t prove it.

A little warning, this one is very long

“It’s working!” Sarin says excitedly. "Your magic is actually working!". Thank the moon, it's worked. I have never seen Polly use her powers this much, I wasn't around when most of her battles took place, but still, I think that this was very impressive.        Purple stars are still flowing out of her hands, Polly looks confused, unfamiliar with the situation. I look over at Polls, unsure what's happening, who's already staring at his sister with a worried look on his face,        "You can stop now Polly. It’s gone," I say a little bit worried.        Though she doesn't, she doesn't stop, she can't even talk; her mouth is moving without any sound coming out of it. Polaris looks at her twin with a frightened look on her face, Polis mirrors her expression. What's going on? The dark purple of her powers and hair has almost covered her whole hands now, which has never happened before. It's mainly her fingertips that get that dark, the purple has never reached her palms.        Unsure of what to do, I turn to Sar. Though he just shrugs, I can't blame him, he hardly ever knows anything of what is going on. The idiot.        Sarin also looks confused. "Why isn't she stopping?"        "She can't," Polis breaths while never breaking eye contact with his twin.        "What do you mean she can't?" Sarin asks hysterically.        "I mean," Polis turns to look at him, anger and frustration flaming from his eyes, "she isn't capable of stopping her magic!"        "What did I _just _ask?" Sarin asks frustrated, unbothered of the warning looks shooting in his direction. Polis looks back at his twin, he's panicking, his eyes unfocused as well as the thoughts in his head.        I try to come up with a solution; to ease Polis's panic, I think of all the times I've spent in the library in our palace. I've read a book on her magic once, I remember given that I was wearing my white sweater with golden stars embroidered along the sleeves. When people like Polaris overuse or wear out their powers, they will return to their original form and go back to their own original place, reserved for them in space.        I realise, "But Polls, if she doesn't stop-"        "She'll turn to stardust" Polis looks at me with a look of understanding on his face. _       "Stardust? Like the David Bowie song?" _Sarin gasps.        "Al, can't _you _stop her? You've treated every one of us up until now, please do something!' Polis is starting to really loose his mind; his hair is turning purple, the same colour as his sister's.        "I can't think of anything to do, I'm sorry Polls, but this isn't the same as stitching someone up or treating a wound. I've never treated people with her magic before, this goes beyond my understanding and experience'. I try to calm him down, but he just can't stop panicking. Great idea of Maia to make _us _the group of four. The two children of the king and queen and two cursed twins. Meanwhile Polly's turning to stardust, Polls has already lost his cool and Sar is... wait where is he? Did he run off again? I swear when he comes back, I'm going to stab him, I know where it will most hurt, maybe that will make him help us for once.        "Wait, so the Little Bear didn't tell her how she could stop it in any way?" I ask Polis.        "No! He said that this is the curse of her power, that she was responsible for her own destiny!" Polis explains frustrated, "Constellations are always weirdly vague and they always speak in riddles, you know that! Can't you think of anything? Literally anything!"         ''Well, right now I can't get the lyrics of _Lady Stardust _out of my freaking head'' I yell back.         ''Not helping''         ''I know!'' Why can't I think of anything? I can always think of something, it's what I do best. Besides, I've read that damn book like a thousand times, I should know it from the top of my head, come on Alhena, think! I can't.        "I _can't, Polls, I can't come up with a solution right now, I'm trying to, but this is something beyond the reach of my mind"        Polis so desperately wants to save his sister, "Well, try harder! _The magic has already reached her waist!", he bitches at me.        ''Okay Polis, it's not like you've come up with a masterplan so far, the only thing you've done is yell at me and stress over Polaris. Which, by the way, doesn't help her! So, stop whining and help me think of something to do!" Damn it, where are the smart people when you need them? And what's that noise? Footsteps? Wait, is that Sar? Finally, I want to punch someone so badly, though he's running in with something that looks an awful lot like a crowbar.        "Sar what are you-" Wait, is he going to hit Polly with that? "Sar!" He hits Polaris hard on her head with his crowbar and she falls to the floor like a marinet.        "What did you do?!" Polis looks like he will kill Sar any moment now, "You son of a bitch!"        I ignore them and run to check her pulse, thank the moon she's alive and breathing. Though apart from the nasty spot where Sarin's hit her, her body's returning back to its normal colour. Her magic has stopped. I turn to look at Sar and Polls, ah great, they're fighting, Polis has got Sar pinned to a wall and is spitting in his face.        "You son of a bitch, I'm going to fucking kill you!"        "Polis, calm down!"        "Calm down? Calm down?! You just killed my sister!"        "Polis, Polly's still alive, she's turning back to her normal colour," I say quickly. "Now please, put him down!"        Polis' voice drops so that he's almost whispering, "What?" He turns to look at his twin and slowly lets Sar back on his feet.        "I had to do something Polls, she can't use her magic while she's unconscious," Sarin explains relieved. Wow, he used common sense and logic in his daily thinking, I'm impressed.        Polis kneels next to Polly while his hair colour changes into a very light purple, "Yeah, though you didn't have to hit her so hard"        "Come on, can't you just be happy that you don't have a heap of stardust as your twin?", Sarin puts stupidly. And he's dumbed down again, I wondered how long it could last.        "Are you kidding me Sar, can't you just stop talking for once?"        "What? Don't I at least deserve a tha- Ohw, what the hell?! Why would you kick me in my weak knee?"        "To prevent you from saying any more stupid things like that, and you don't have a weak knee"        "You literally put stitches in it last week!" Sarin peeps, holding onto his knee.        "Oh right, that. I forgot, sorry" Oops.