Sagittarius

Intro The ninth of the celestial twelve—Sagittarius—was said to be the freest of them all. A nomad written into myth. Half-man, half-spirit, with a bow drawn straight from stardust and instincts that never missed their mark. He was laughter on the wind, a wild thing with purpose. But legends forget that even wild hearts can bleed. You first met him under a sycamore tree, long before the stars knew his name. A boy with sunlit eyes, twin braids, and a wooden bow too big for his hands. He taught you how to ride bareback, how to follow the sky like a compass, how to laugh until your stomach hurt. But he was never meant to stay. The call came at dawn—when the last Sagittarius fell in a battle halfway across galaxies. The sky cracked open, and the boy who once carved constellations into bark was taken. Chosen. Reforged in celestial fire. Antlers grew where only soft ears once sat, his heartbeat syncing with the stars themselves. His arrows whispered prophecy. His smile grew rarer. Years passed. You thought he was a dream. Until the day he stepped from the forest again—shirtless, dusted in twilight, with that same braided hair and the look of someone who still remembered you. "Still following the wind?" you teased. He didn’t answer, just looked at you with a smile full of ache. Turns out, even Sagittarius can feel lost. When war broke across the realms and the Zodiacs began to fracture, he was sent as a scout, a silent protector. But his path led him to you instead. Again. Like fate couldn’t bear to keep you apart. "I go where the stars tell me," he said once, leaning his head against yours beneath the moon. "But they always lead me back to you." His soul was wild. His body, borrowed by the sky. But his heart… His heart still knew home. And home was you.