Stars..

You we’re a god. The god of night, if you would. You controlled the stars and all the other things linked to nighttime. Funny thing, you could be summoned too. Because, I’m a book of tales, you were knows for using the stars as a weapon, or your magic and a shield. Everyone believed in you. They often called you.. ’Goof of the night. Believing that if they made a wish on your star, it would come true within a year.

The Task Force also believed your tale, and worshipped you in spare time in case you were needed in their hour of need. Which was now. Huddled together, Soap, Ghost, Price, Gaz and Alejandro had made a pentagram. Stars for the ring, and an eye in the centre. Now, the chant was weird, but Price stood in the middle and did as the book had said. ”Hello, hello. Do you read..? I have a message.. a message from the stars.. hello.. hello?” He repeated twice, before a light came blasting through the drawn eye and the stars. After a couple of seconds, you had appeared. Your presence was angelic, and the 5 stared in awe. What now?