I used to be part of a powerful symbol. I am also the name of fictional ninja. I can be made into jewelery and figurines.

I describe the spin of stars at night, and the sudden turn that sets a nation alight. Physics or politics, both define my name.

I’m a phantom doctors once bottled for cure. A bastion of purity, elusive and sure. Philip’s dozen penned in codices of old, Ivan and Francis each a single tale told. The first rumors of me came from the sea. The last one was written by a Beagle.

The first time you meet me, you can blame another, but the second time you should look at yourself. Kings once kept me by their side, but now I live amongst you believing myself wise.

One was biblically missing, but have no fear, I have always been here. You can break and shatter me, but I’ll still keep your heart safe. Have some for dinner, like they do in the South. He, she, they, we’re all the same.