During my time of mortality, I met many strange people. One of these was a woman, my own mother, yearning over the loss of her husband, my father. I did not mourn, for I knew he would be in good hands. Wherever his soul went, I knew it would be safe. My father was a blacksmith, a very profitable career in our time. We had nice hut in a small village, we didn't have much because we didn't need it. Meat and bread on the table was all we wanted, as well as a roof over our heads to shelter us from the rain.
It was that very rain that stole him from us. He went out hunting, for we'd run out of meat for our weekend broth. It was the month of April, during one of the many downpours. He promised my mother he would stay safe, and took our horse out into the forest nearby, hoping for a boar or even a doe. He never returned.
Growing up without him was hard, but I took it upon myself to read his journals, learn his tricks, and hunt for me and my mother to survive. I wished for lots of things at that time. Safety, food, water, survival... All of these were stupidly selfish.
My only selfless wish was that my mother could move on in peace, with or without me. I wasn't granted any of these wishes, I understand why though. I had indeed met many people, but they were all the same because they had no wishes. On the day I turned 12, there was still no person in the world who had a wish. I talked to one old lady, who told me the tale of the golden deer, a deer who could grant any wish for anyone who catches it. And so, I began my hunt. I left my mother behind with an inn keeper, who I learned after my own death, married my mother.
On calm night, was when I saw the flash of gold, it had been nearly three years since I had first set off, I was now 15. When I saw that tiny flash, my hope took hold, and I began to run, though I had not drunken anything in days. My head was spinning, but my sprint continued, until I found out what it was.
A pond, so tiny and intricate, yet it held the beauty of the world on its surface. The night sky seemed to be illuminated by the stars and the surface of the pond glowed golden. There was no golden deer, only something more magical and precious. I made one more wish at this pond. That wish was for just one thing; for others to be able to have wishes for their own, and have them granted like my own were not.
That was when I died, maybe it was from my depraved body, or maybe I was heartbroken though my heart was still my own. But I died there, and as the lights died out in my eyes, one light remained. One star and I remember it as clearly as day, because that was when I was chosen to be reborn as something much greater.
I became the evening star, the bearer who grants wishes and protects the stars from burning out. I was given this gift by the moon. The man in the moon to be specific, he let me grant my own wish. The wish to let other's wish, and therefore, I thank him for everything.