Every Blue Moon, the gods send down the Staars, three. Only three for the promise of good fortune for another millennium. But even more so, to prosperity of the kingdom……through unknown power.
Let me explain.
When Staars fall, they become as us, made of flesh…. well for the most part. They are pure and beautiful compared to us, truly otherworldly beings. Sometimes with parts of animals, they are , with blood as shimmering as star dust. We call them Wish Granters, for when captured, they can grant wishes of your deepest desire. Nothing is insurmountable for them, they are said to even raise the dead when asked. Such power has brought us great flourishment and yet great tribulation in times past.
I wonder what will be now. I watch as they fall from the sky, the people cheer and make merry even through the fear and gloom that haunts the streets of the kingdom. What shall our Highness do once the Staars have fallen? What would that mean for us? The beauty of the sight in the sky steals away the questions I cannot answer, but this I know: Tis an exciting time to be alive. Indeed.
This is the story of a Wish Granter (something akin to a genie) and a cold and malicious king. When spoken to by the gods in a dream, he is troubled and goes to hunt the night of the Blue Moon, where he finds a freshly fallen Wish Granter. He hunts her instead. Now, he has enslaved power and plans for greatness… which comes at humbling consequences. Will the Wish Granter be enough to break him so true righteousness came shine through? Or with this king crush the kingdom in his fists?
Five wishes…. To change a heart of stone
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