I lay back in the grass looking up at the sky. I could see all the constellations, connect the dots to create the fanciful pictures of deities and monsters. It was a beautiful, writhing painting splashed across the night's face.
I found Aquarius - the constellation I was named for. "Cup-bearer". "Water-bearer". Though I was born under Leo - a constellation of power, of fire, of masculinity - my parents had seen another destiny for me. I was to be a servant - a base, sub-human, unacknowledged protector. I was to be a cup-bearer.
I turned on my side, letting the stars fade from my view. The beautiful pictures held no lure, no magic, for me.
Notes: In case you were wondering, I did not pick this prompt because I'm an Aquarius. As a matter of fact, I happen to be a Pisces.