"Tell me, why did the stars die?"
It's the first thing I ever heard, and if I'm lucky, it'll also be the last. If I'm not lucky, I'll die on my spirit journey, or worse, lose the Influence along the way. Only a handful of our people have ever experienced that, and their colourless lives post-Influence were at best, to be pitied. My mother's influence was stolen by a Beetnam warrior on her spirit journey, and they say she has never been the same since.
My name is Jaimerson and the elders say I was Blessed at my birth. I don't know about that - what I do know is that the Influence lays heavily on my shoulders. There are days it feels more like a burden than a Blessing - especially so close to the time of Prophecy. I would not want to be She, the Prophecied or She, the Fail before the Prophecied -- and, let's face it, circumstances are not in my favour. Both Shes were born to a parent whose Influence was stolen on their spirit journey. It doesn't say how many generations back the fail goes, so it could be one or it could be three generations in.
My name is Jaimerson, and the elders say I was Blessed at birth. Tomorrow, my spirit journey begins and I will learn why the stars died.
Ugh, I just didn't want to be at my laptop tonight. Apologies, this is not my best work. Day 5 of FFM, still viva'ing, just not as much today.
This world intrigues me.
For a drop squeezed off the end of the creative rope, this really is pretty good! Maybe you could develop it more in the future, the way he describes the two "Shes" almost implies that he's like them as well, because his mother's Influence was also taken.
interesting take on the theme and prompts! Leaves the reader wanting more