As a child, you remember sitting on the back porch, staring up at the night sky and wondering just how many stars up there were staring back. You held your hands together and prayed for them to hear you, to take you away on some adventure.
As a teen, you stared up at that sky with tears in your eyes. Behind you in the house the shouting was rising up again, and you pleaded with those stars to help you escape. Begging them to come take you away to a new life. One where people understood you, where you were loved.
As an adult, you had stopped all that. Stopped dreaming of escaping. Stopped wanting to be something you were not. You held your head high as a man while the voice in the back of your head screamed and begged for something different. Something more. But you refused to give it credence. Fantasies were for children, after all.
Until the day you returned to your childhood home, the house quiet and dark, old and decaying from years of neglect. You sat on the back porch, looking up at the starry night sky and for just one moment. One singular moment, you gave that voice a little freedom. You felt those tears on your cheeks, felt that crack inside your soul shift just a little more and spiderweb out. And you stared up at a starry sky and wished something had come down back then.
Then the brightest star in the sky, a blazing purple sun so so far away from you, leapt.
It bounced and twirled, it slid towards the horizon and then flew back above. And then it grew. It grew and it grew and it blazed on downward as you sat still in shock. It fell from the sky right above you and resolved into a shape of sleek curves and sharp angles. It plummeted down and down as you felt your mind twist around what was happening. Then it exploded the ground in front of you. Your old back yard now home to a small crater. The ship in the middle of it all blue metal and tinted view ports.
Then the ship dissolved. The steel disappearing and replaced with burning ozone. What was left behind floated up and out of the crater to stand in front of you. Tall and thin, with tightly wound muscles that you could see through the skintight suit it wore. Feminine yet strong. Short purple locks of hair, styled so it would fall over one side and shaved on the other. A pair of bright blue eyes, pupils sharp and cat-like narrowing over you. A grin full of sharks teeth and a thin tail that seemed more like fabric wrapped around her waist.
She smiled down at you, almost cruelly, as she floated over to the porch. Alighting down with nary a blade of grass shifting and falling to one knee. She takes your hand, slim and soft compared to your thick and rough. She brings it to her lips and kisses the knuckles, eyes staying on yours and sparkling with delight.
"Apologies for the lateness of my arrival," She says in a voice of musical tones and predatory glee, "A lot has happened since we last heard your pleas, but fear not my Princess. I'm here to save you."