Your princess is in another castle.

The boy was born on the twenty third day of the twenty third month on an obscure calendar never really heard of because of its impracticality, but appreciated by the powers that be because of it's accuracy and its use before time to plan out prophecy. Now the prophecy for the fourth boy born on the twenty third day of the twenty third month involved a twenty seven percent chance that he would develop delusions of grandeur and a seventy seven percent chance that he would trip and fall not down, but up. Of those that had found themselves in the grace of the seventy seven percent, only twelve percent had ever survived. The boy was partially suited to survival because he was born with a caul (fewer than one in a thousand babies is). Believing as his mother did that the caul gave him a supernatural avoidance to drowning, he was not terrified when he slipped through the hole in ozone and found himself in the void of space. This is the only noted time in history that the greenhouse effect and a belief in the supernatural simultaneously had ever saved a person's life. (This had happened once before, although it was never noted in history, but it's worth mentioning here. On the fourteenth day of October in the year 2002 on a less obscure calendar Dante Rundgren, then twenty three years old, was very nearly a victim of spontaneous combustion. Growing warm all over, Dante feared that God was punishing him for cheating on his wife with an Asian transvestite. God, wanting nothing to do with this, performed a miracle and intervened. Not that anyone would ever know, thank you very much. To punish Dante, God gave him AIDS. This, however, was shortsighted as the virus was spread to Dante's wife, who was a pure soul and deserved better. Thank you very much.)

No one can breathe in the void of space. But the boy had been chosen, he knew he had been. He knew this was the beginning of his story. The prophecy he was meant to fulfill. He was correct. He was incorrect however about the nature of the prophecy. And little did he know, even with the mark of the stars, he still only had an eleven percent chance of actually fulfilling the prophecy. The stars were powerful, yes, but they weren't fucking magic.

Buy One, Get None.

The boy ran for the elevator and made it just in time, but it was full.