The Court of Regulus had crowned him, but Alcarion knew —

his journey was not meant to end in gold.

It was meant to give back.

He descended from the celestial heights and entered the Valley of the Unfound, where ideas wandered like orphans and dreams stood trembling in the dark. Here lived the ones society had overlooked: the neurodivergent, the visionaries, the rebels who didn’t fit into neat boxes.

Waiting among them stood three spirits, all cloaked in Virgo’s silver light:

Zosma, the Compassionate Scribe, who wept as she recorded injustice.

Lilith, the Unclaimed Flame, whose fire refused to be domesticated.

Nodea, the Whispering Guide of the North Node, who led without controlling.

“You have found yourself, Alcarion,” they said.

“Now you must help others find each other.”

The Circle of the Wild Healers began with only a few:

– A girl who painted with mud and dreams

– A boy who spoke to plants but not to people

– A grown woman who had never been allowed to be soft

Alcarion created a space where nothing had to make sense immediately. Where people’s strangeness was not only accepted — it was celebrated. Structure came — but it grew from within.

He remembered Virgo’s lesson:

Service is not perfection.

Service is precise love.

And Lilith — oh, Lilith — she challenged him still.

“Do not become nice, Alcarion,” she said.

“Become true.”

So he spoke truths others wouldn’t.

He challenged systems, even after they praised him.

He protected those whose voices trembled.

He stayed wild, even when the world begged him to conform.

His circle grew. Not into a following —

but into a network of radiant minds.

A living constellation.

Each soul within it was a spark.

And together, they became a new kind of fire.

Not burning… but illuminating.

Because Alcarion had followed his North Node’s call:

To build community not by gathering the many —

but by uniting the misunderstood few

into something brilliant, sacred, and unstoppable.

Epilogue: When the Sky Remembers You