Once she was the wisest, the kindest. Now, age has wrapped her in fog and shadows. They placed her in the white part of the sky to rest, to dream of stars long gone and wars long fought. But sometimes, on quiet nights, her whispers can still be heard—echoes of a past that will not die.

Kapteyn, the Grandmother, visits her often. They speak in languages only the old stars understand, threads of fate and memories too ancient to be written. It is Kapteyn who remembers what Antares once was, long before he became Starkiller.