It was the brightest star in the sky, yet it was the most lonely.
For a millennia it was surrounded by the lushest planets in the entire universe, and as such, it had no need to comunicate with the other stars--to the brightest star in the sky, they were beneath it, and to them, it was almost considered royalty, and as such, they dared not to speak with it. Unfortunately for the brightest star in the sky, a catastrophe occured that was so devastating, it caused all of its the planets that surrounded it to die out, leaving it without his beloved companions.
The star could still lay claim to being the brightest, though, and for another millennia it shone as bright as it had on the day it was born to life. It continued to shun the other stars out of pride--it was the brightest star in the sky, and, although it longed for companionship once again, it was still beneath it to lower itself to allow itself to be seen approaching them. It was, however, all too keenly aware of the other stars awareness of its lonely predicament, and, even though it was too proud to admit it to itself, it began to get too much for it to take.
Another millennia passed, and throughout that whole time, it remained vigilant in its efforts to avoid conceding to the grief that was eating away inside of it.
The day finally came when it all became too much for it, and the brightest star in the sky decided a change of scenery was not only desired, but necessary. It reached out with its omnipresent mind. Far across the universe its mind traveled in search of a new start--a new life. It finally came across a solar system that housed ten planets, and a star of its own, and began to scour the planets for life. It didn't take long for it to find a planet that was very much to his liking. As its scanned the planet named Terra Firma, though, a force entirely as powerful in its own right became aware of the probing stars mind. Ignorant of this fact, and entirely dead set on replacing the star that this Terra Firma orbited.
A God felt a rip in space, and knew that its planet, and all of its population were in trouble.
The brightest star in the sky took in the sights, sounds, and smell of its surroundings for one last time, and then... Let go.
The brightest star in the sky fell.
It was on the path to a new salvation, and it had never been as elated. It was going home... A new home. A place where there would be no mocking, a place where the other stars had only seen it in all of its glory from a distance.
A man lay on the cold hard floor of an abandoned warehouse in downtown Warsaw, Poland in a sickening pool of blood. Both of his arms were missing, leaving only a barrel of a chest that was seemingly taking its last few breaths.
A God began to plan.
The star travelled at what could only be described at lightspeed, and in no time at all it was upon the solar system it was dead set on calling home. It intended on colliding with the other star and destroying it. As it neared, it could begin to feel the heat that this star generated, and it made his elation intensify, for if it could feel this weaker, duller, and smaller, stars heat, then the heat that itself generated must have been roasting it alive.
Its target became almost within touching distance.
Collision was imminent.
At the last split second, its trajectory was altered, and it felt as if somehow it had been enveloped in a firm, yet somehow completely and utterly soothing cocoon.
It felt as if it had been wronged, yet at the same time.. Righted.
Its destiny had been changed.
Or was it, as the star pondered, his destiny from the moment it was born.
It soon realised that his new path now ran directly towards the planet that drew him to this solar system in the first place--it was on the path to Terra Firma.
It entered the planets atmosphere, and the excitement of the uncertain future it was feeling suddenly doubled. Literally.
It had become two separate entities, and it was now a pair of stars, equally as bright as each other. Though one had become two, the two stars still shared one mind, and the brightest star in the sky had never felt so... Alive.
A man whos arms had been not so long ago forcibly removed took his last breath. The man had been a great champion who had been wronged, and prematurely robbed of a promising life.
A God was unhappy about this, and with the force only a God could muster, it drove the two stars it had in the palm of its hand down onto the ground where the armless man lay.
An old warehouse exploded, its wreckage creating wreckage of its own as it woke up a whole town with start.
Within minutes, the explosion site was surrounded by a huge crowd of onlookers. The medics, and authorities claiming that anyone inside would definitely not have survived the blast. Many began to grieve for the potential loss of life, when all of a sudden, a rock moved, apparently of its own violation. Another mover, and then tumbled into the wreckage. Then another, and another, and it became clear that the rocks were moving, because a huge part of a wall was being somehow lifted into the air. The huge piece of the wall then took flight in a cloud of dust, and a few seconds later it had landed a hundred metres south from where it started.
The dust began to settle.
A man walked into plain sight, and the crowd of onlookers gasped in unision, before letting out a huge roar of appreciation at the sight of their beloved hometown hero.
They began chanting his name, as he looks down at his new arms made from a fallen star.
IST-VAN GRET-ZKY.. IST-VAN GRET-ZKY