the made up fic title: Falling Stars raining from the Sky
It would totally be a Stardust au…
The wall has always been, as far as the folk living in the town named after it. On the night a falling star streaks across the sky Miss Darcy Lewis makes a promise to retrieve a piece of the star as entry to The Ladies Scientific Guild led by Miss Jane Foster and Miss Elizabeth Ross.
Darcy venture through the gap in the wall and with the help of a little borrowed magic finds herself standing on the edge of a crater. There is no star, no meteorite, no lump of rock. In the center of the crater curled in a ball is a man, Steven, with golden hair and a broken leg. Darcy isn’t the only one after the star, a trio of warlocks and the last Lord of Starkhold.
Steven is more stubborn than anyone Darcy’s met. She loops a length of enchanted chain around his wrist and together the stumble across Starkhold falling from one danger to the next with a little help from a pirate ship sailing among the clouds harvesting storm clouds.