Scattered motes of starlight.
A little golden figure danced in the mountain forests near Sokovia.
It spun around happily.
It failed to notice a hammer falling from the sky.
Clang!
"Balala!"
The Star Spirit jumped in fright.
It scrambled behind a tree to hide.
After a while, it poked its head out, tilting it in bewilderment.
It trotted up to the hammer on its short little legs, circled it, then gave it a kick.
It seemed very interested in the thing.
It tried to lift it, but after straining for ages, it only managed to make the hammer wobble.
Wiping away nonexistent sweat, the Star Spirit considered another approach.
Crack!
An explosive sound erupted beside it, startling the Star Spirit again.
Fiona stepped out, holding a palm-sized golden compass.
"Radiant Star Spirit." Fiona bowed slightly in greeting.
The Star Spirit poked its head out. Seeing a wizard, it ran out cheerfully.
"Minister Weasley has asked you to assist with the Sokovia Incident," Fiona said respectfully.
At those words, the Star Spirit patted its little chest in assurance.
Fiona did not look down on it because of its frail appearance.
Legends about Star Spirits circulated throughout the Wizarding World.
They were sacred miracles of creation.
Only magical headquarters knew where these Star Spirits lived.
Over time, every Star Spirit would change in response to its surroundings.
The Star Spirit before her was one such example. Having lived in the forest for so long, it possessed tremendous power over the earth.
Moreover, Star Spirits were utterly pure, untouched by the evil of the outside world, and appeared wherever wizards lived.
They were the eternal guardians of wizards.
At Fiona's invitation, the Star Spirit leaped up and plunged headfirst into the earth as though diving into water.
Fiona took a few steps, then