Epilogue

Chase wished for her. Because fate had decreed that he would be the one to save the Tribe when evil seeded.

For a long time, almost every living thing on the planet believed that this was the ultimate goal—he who would save us all.

True. I'm guessing quite frequently.

But, there are those people who selected the road to their own ruin. Either temporarily or indefinitely. He could have been one of the unlucky few. Be cautious of what you hope for. The rumors have it, but he didn't pay any heed.

Chase did not beg a falling star to help him keep the tribe safe on the night in question. He merely desired to be content. The desire to find true love. He thought that true love had an eternal essence. He did.

Stella descended from the stars the same night. His desire. Yet, if wishes could be granted, why didn't his hope for bliss and eternal love come true? Why did it tear him to shreds?

Perhaps not all of our desires are granted; perhaps a meteor's fall does not magically fulfill all of