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Once upon a time, a shooting star fell from the ever mysterious and dazzling night sky. It painted a vibrant blue streak along its path. Its bright light shone above roofs and valleys, and the many children of the town gazed out their windows and wished for their heart's deepest desires.
'Please let me get a new toy!'
'Please give me luck for my exams!'
'Please make them stop fighting…'
But be not played for a fool! this was no ordinary shooting star. In fact, this was not a star at all!
From within the flaming blue was a lonely alien, cast away from his home. He had nicely styled black hair, a pair of antennas atop his head and pointed ears. All very normal for his kind. This one responded to the name Erion. His skin was a bright cyan blue and at his fingertips it transitioned into a deeper blue. A single sharp tooth stuck out on the his mouth and a single beauty mark made its place below his lips to his right.
His wicked enemies had tarnished his reputation and cursed him to lead a life of sadness should he stay on his home planet. The boy fled from those terrible villains and set course to a planet known as Earth. The alien had only ever heard tales of this planet. From what Erion learned, this was a planet where all differences were accepted and all the inhabitants were kind and forgiving. He found it to be the perfect destination to hide from the bad aliens.
But fleeing had not been easy for the poor boy, not easy whatsoever. His foes tried with all their might to sabotage his escape. They pushed and shoved, they hit and kicked, they tampered and destroyed. One specific alien had gone so far to rig his ship to explode upon entering another planet's atmosphere. But our hero didn't know this, did he?
Erion had felt so close to freedom. He saw the lights of civilization as he was approaching the blue and green planet. The last steps were simply to find somewhere suitable to land and settle down. He had been so very confident.
The alien had only just started to relax before the sudden sound of something shattering filled his ears.
His ship, a beautiful one made of crystal and stardust, broke apart into thousands and thousands of shards. The shards were much like his evil enemies, mean, targeting his weak spots, wanting nothing more than to cause harm.
The hero was falling helplessly. He was reaching out to the sky, hoping, begging, that someone would save him. The Earth's single moon—how strange it was to only see one— seemed to be laughing at the alien as he rapidly got closer to the ground.
Erion closed his eyes. He accepted what was coming to him. Perhaps he deserved such a fate, as karma for whatever he had done. Not all hero's tales had happy endings, and maybe his would just be another on the list.