In the night sky, which should have been pitch-black, stars glittered. Every star had its own constellation of followers. The brighter the star, the stronger its followers. We call the power of its followers the "Starforce."
"Every star watches over one person, but the length of time it does so varies from person to person. Ha ha, I wasn't chosen until I was already old and gray. It's embarrassing to admit, but when I was young, I always dreamed of going to the main city and making something of myself. Alas, those without Starforce have no right to enter the main city. What a shame, what a shame..." The old man said no more. The fire before him quieted, and tiny sparks drifted down onto him. He brushed the soot from his clothes, stood up, and slowly made his way toward the child, one hand pressed to his back. He said earnestly, "One day, a group of extraordinary stars will appear. They will watch over those who can become leaders and show people the way. And surely, one of them will be yours, ha ha..." The old man patted the child, his eyes full of affection and reluctance. "All right, it's about time I left. It's getting late..."
Theme: Your fate is in your own hands.
