A wise prophet once spoke of how a falling star was the greatest treasure in the land of Kishi.
Many men searched for this treasure and only about half returned alive but never once with the famous treasure.
Acho and Mahara had searched for this treasure for almost a year until Mahara passed away, leaving Acho behind on the mortal plain.
Acho Denholm let out a dying breath, star's eyes slid closed with his last exhale.
"Hello there."
When star's eyes snapped open, he was greeted by the shining eyes of Mahara standing over him.
"Mahara!"
"A prophecy, a legend, it spoke of a falling star. You are the legacy of a prophet."
Acho scoffed, "Shut your mouth. You and I both know I am not the Star of Kishi."
"But you are though. A falling star, an ultimate loss, a great treasure. You are the treasure of Kishi."
Everyone wanted the great star of Kishi but alas, none could get close because of one survivor of Kishi who spoke of the lies of the past and the sacrifice of his brother.
But Scott knew, of course he knew, he knew that his brother was a Star of Kishi.
Every single sacrifice had been a Star of Kishi.
