*unedited
The princess went to the observatory where her tutor was. The man prepared the tools and she climbed up the stairs and went to the old man who was scribbling on his paper.
"Master, do you record the stars you can see tonight?"
The man nodded, "yes, the constellation and stars speak a lot tonight."
"What do they say?"
She asked; looking into the refracting telescope.
"They speak of changes and magic."
Her eyes averted to him, "good or bad?"
The old man stopped and looked at her, "something in the heart of good things comes out filthy, unlike it can be light coming from the darkest world."
She thought about it but could magic be used in a good way?
"What about magic, isn't it dangerous?"
