That night, the stars blinked in rhythm.
Raiko sat atop the roof of the Cullen residence, legs folded, arms resting on her knees. Her gaze was fixed on the sky — where constellations twisted themselves into new patterns.
She felt their pull.
Not gravitational. Something older. Deeper.
Recognition.
"Raiko."
Rosalie's voice was soft behind her, her footfalls silent on the roof tiles.
"They're singing your name," Raiko whispered.
Rosalie lay down beside her, watching the stars pulse.
"They're responding to the Chronoquartz again?"
"No. This is different. Older. Like the stars themselves are waking up… and remembering me."
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Alice joined them minutes later, holding a sky map — an ancient Quileute star chart that had been passed down for generations.
"There's a new formation," she said, tapping the parchment. "It wasn't there yesterday. Five points. Lightning-shaped."
She glanced up. "It appeared only after you visited the Council."
Raiko didn't speak for a long moment.
"I think… I'm no longer just Raiko."
"What do you mean?" Rosalie asked.
"I'm becoming a story," she said. "One that the universe can't ignore."
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The next day, the wolves gathered.
Sam brought news from across the territories. Tribes were having visions. Sacred animals were behaving oddly. Rivers changed course subtly to flow near shrines.
In one dream, a child saw Raiko walking across stars, leaving behind trails of lightning.
"You're becoming a myth," Jacob muttered. "And you're still standing here barefoot."
Raiko smiled. "I prefer to be grounded while I ascend."
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She returned to the temple grove that evening — the place where her sword first emerged from the earth.
Stormwalkers lined the trees like sentinels, silent.
Raiko raised her blade and struck the ground.
A surge of power rippled through the soil, and a glowing pillar emerged — ancient quartz, carved by stars. Inside it: a stone heart, pulsating.
A voice echoed within her:
"The stars remember names that shape time. Yours has been written in their memory."
Lightning struck.
Not from above, but from within the stone.
Raiko knelt before it, touching the stone heart with reverence.
Rosalie and Alice arrived moments later.
"You're building shrines now?" Alice teased.
"I didn't build this," Raiko said softly. "They did."
Rosalie stepped forward. "Then let's leave our names here too."
Together, the three of them placed their hands on the stone.
It pulsed once.
The stars blinked in return. The universe had accepted her.
Not just as an anomaly. But as a legacy.