The Star in The Horizon

Every month, on the death of the seventh at midnight, a star burned bright in the horizon. People had tried to investigate this strange event many a time. Yet not one of them succeeded. For any who sailed out into the storms either returned empty of life, or never returned at all. Soon the star was spoke of as a curse. Parents would hide away their children on that day. The streets would lay bare of any life. For The Star was a curse, an omen of death.

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Steven Michaels, a young man fresh out of high school, had chosen the island of Kinwar on the bare part of the earth as a vacation spot for the sole fact that it was isolated. He had expected to laze away his days on the sole hotel on it.

Yet his determination to enjoy a boring holiday was slowly chipped away by the stories told by the islanders. The stories about a star in the horizon.

Just what was this supposed cursed star that burn bright? Steven's sense of curiosity demanded answers. No one ever said his will was stronger than his curiosity, and who cared that curiosity killed the cat? What mattered was that satisfaction brought it back.