Endless dunes unfurled ahead, the ever-restless sun momentarily veiled by inky clouds. Had the circumstances been different, Kakavasha would have merrily feted the rain, for it was a boon to the arid land of his planet. Alas, joy eluded him utterly.

His eyes were downcast on the sodden sand beneath his feet, thoughts plaguing his mind at an overly-rapid pace. How could he celebrate the day of the Kakava festival—his birthday—when he knew that his people were fighting a losing battle against the Katicans?

So much for being 'lucky and blessed'. His luck seemed to be a cruel jest at best. The line between blessing and curse had long blurred, leaving him to ponder whether there was any to begin with.

The memory of his sister bidding farewell was still vivid, her words echoing in his mind: "Never resent the pain you're going through." With a weary breath, he quelled the ire towards the bloodthirsty Katicans. This was but another trial he had to pass in order to demonstrate his worthiness and bestow pride upon his clan's name.

As the raindrops continued to pour, a glimmer of light caught his eye—a radiant beam, piercing through the obscured heavens and illuminating the shillouette of what was seemingly another person. Kakavasha stopped in his tracks, a flicker of surprise dancing across his features.

"Who.. are you?" Asked the young boy, his voice barely audible over the rain. Could it be that luck has finally smiled upon him?