My mom always told me stories about the stars. She said our family had a special gift: we could talk to them. My name means “bright star,” and I’ve always felt like I was meant to shine.
One night, I climbed to the top of an old stone tower. The sky was a deep navy blue with two glowing patches. The realm of life sparkled with colors like green, gold, and blue, swirling like a bright eye. Across from it, the realm of death glowed with reds, oranges, and blacks, like a fiery warning. The stars twinkled between them, connecting us humans to those faraway places.
Long ago, my ancestors prayed to the stars during a terrible war. Angels from the realm of life and devils from the realm of death fought endlessly. Humans were stuck in the middle, and the world turned dark and scary. My family never gave up hope. They climbed high mountains and asked the stars to stop the fighting. The stars listened and split the world into three realms: life, death, and our human world.
I took a deep breath of cold air and spoke to the stars. “Why do the angels and devils hate each other? What started their war?”
The stars twinkled together, like they were thinking. “Bright star,” they said, “life needs death, and death needs life. That’s the balance. But we can’t tell you why they fight. It’s an ancient secret. Ask the leaders of the realms.”
I leaned forward, my hands gripping the cold stone railing. “How can I reach them? They’re so far away, across the sky!”
“Connect with time,” the stars whispered. “Time links everything. Let it guide you, and you’ll find the answers.”
I stayed in the tower for days, thinking about time—the past, the present, the future. I remembered Mom’s stories, thought about my life, and dreamed of what might come. My mind felt like a river, flowing with ideas. I closed my eyes, letting the thoughts fill my heart.
When I opened my eyes, the sky had changed. Two giant eyes—one bright, one dark—stared at me from the realms. A voice boomed, “You’re the Star Whisperer. You’ve done what no human has before. You’ve connected with time itself.”
My heart raced. “Tell me about the war,” I said bravely.
The eyes blinked slowly. A warm wind brushed my face, like a sigh. “The war between angels and devils began because of the stars,” they said. “Their light holds secrets, and both sides wanted it for themselves.”
I felt a spark of wonder. I was just a boy, but my gift let me talk to the stars and uncover mysteries. I knew this was only the start of my adventure.