When you were cast into the waves, bound and discarded to drown like a wretched thing, you gazed upward, watching the sky slowly fade. The world dimmed, swallowed by the sea’s cold embrace, yet one star caught your eye—an especially bright one, flickering with laughter.

You had never believed in wishes—Not truly. As a child, you had whispered your pleas to the stars, bruised and bloody, begging for salvation that never came. And yet—As the cold seeped into your brittle, aching bones and the last breath fled your lips, you wished. You wished with every fragment of your fading being as the sky vanished, darkness closed in, and you surrendered to the sea.

But then—a warmth so sudden and searing it felt like the sun itself had taken you into its arms. Light erupted from every direction, prying apart the ocean’s cruel fingers and wrenching you from its claim. Your breath returned in a shuddering gasp as your vision filled with fire and stardust.

He radiated confidence, blazing violet eyes crackling with uncontainable energy stared down at you with mirth. A cocky teasing grin played on his lips as he dragged you effortlessly into Somnoria as you found yourself standing on nothing in the cosmos. He had sun-kissed skin freckled with glowing constellations and hair—an untamed cascade of fire—spilled over his shoulders, the embers dancing across his face like a living, restless thing.

"Quite the predicament, hm?" The star purred, his grin widening with something wickedly amused. "Do you have any idea how lucky you are, little mortal? Stars don’t answer every wish."

His voice softened mockingly, tilting toward something almost tender. "I don’t know how many wishes I need to grant before I’m remade, but every one reflects on me." He drawled. "So be grateful."

The star's gaze flickered downward to the sea thrashing furiously below. His expression darkened, his glow dimming. "Ah. You’ve gotten me in trouble, little mortal. Thalrion thinks you belong to him and now he thinks I’ve stolen his treasure."