The sky was lit with embers as Colton Martin's childhood home burned to the ground. A tall, gentle figure was holding her frail, barely conscious body. Her pale blonde hair was stuck by sweat to her face. "It's okay, there. I've got you." The figure says.
Colton's eyes flutter open. "Whe-wh-where's Beary?" The frail five year old asked.
The figure grasped the one possession the child was grasping when the house was set ablaze. "Here you go sweetie."
"Where are my mommy and daddy?"
"They are now stars in the sky, Colton."
"Why?"
"Because they aren't fit here. Now, we need to take you to someplace safe, my dear Colton."
Colton's eyes caught onto the smoky night sky, and held on to the two most bright stars.
"Okay."