((oops! Sorry... I can't count.
Aww, could have started the RP a day earlier than... oh well. Ok! Let's start now! Since no one started, I will. And I guess the stars can get better at their abilities over time, I mean, they will get more experience using them, wouldn't they?
You'll have to excuse my mediocre grammar and not-that-great vocabulary, because I haven't written stories/role-played for a long time. It's going to take me a while to get back.
And I would so love to see a shooting star too!))
Raymond sat at his desk, staring out of the window at foggy, grey sky, his head laying upon his arms. His dark, brown eyes took in the scene before him. Outside, the sun was setting, behind a think veil of grey clouds and fog. The trees, barely alive, were swaying heavily, as if they could fall down any second. The few trees that still bore leaves tried to stand against the fierce wind, but to no avail- the leaves were eventually blown onto the ground, and crushed into dust.
It had been like that for sixteen years. His parents had told him before of a much more lovelier time, when the leaves were green instead of brown, and the sun shone down on them with no veil to block out its wondrous light.
But it was all gone now. Without much sunlight to help them, the plants they grew eventually withered and died. The few, tougher plants that survived were gathered and treated like gemstones. Most of the animals, without much plants to eat, died out too. The world was in a state of disaster. Even the humans were on the verge of dying out. Multiple sicknesses had hit some parts of the world. Earthquakes, volcano eruptions, tornados and tidal waves decimated the population.
Raymond's eyes glazed over, then tears fell onto his arms. He did not bother to wipe them off. He knew that everyone was about to die soon. He had tried hoping, and hoping, and hoping, but nothing ever changed.
Night had fallen. Through his tears, Raymond saw several stars which were bright enough to shine through the veil of clouds. He closed his eyes and made a wish--a wish he'd been making for at least 10 years--he wished that something would happen that would change everything, would change the earth back to what it once was before.
"Dinner," His mother said, in a small voice, outside his door. She barely had the energy for anything anymore.
"Coming," Raymond said in a strained voice. Dinner was never anything more than a few potatoes. He wiped his tears away, and as he did, he saw something very strange- six small stars, flying across the sky. He gasped in wonder. Until he noticed that the star seemed to be falling straight towards his window. He opened his window widely, and the star rocketed inside.
"Hello, my name is Cilla. I'm coming to you to ask for assistance."
((that's all for now!))