Have you heard the tales?

The one of the stars and the ocean?

They say if you find the spot where the ocean meets the stars…

Something good will happen.

No one knows what.

But…

Is there even a point where the ocean meets the stars?

Keith woke with a start, his dreams already starting to recede into nothing. He could only vaguely recall it being something about the stars… The sky? Shaking his head, Keith decided to forget about it. It wasn't important. Dreams were just dreams. They weren't even goals to try and achieve. Just whispers of impossible things, mythical things, fantasies. He had more important things to do than to grasp at fleeting thoughts.

The smell of salt drifted into his hut. It reminded him that the ocean was nearby. He could see it from his window. It was relaxing. Somewhere across the room, his phone buzzed, alarm blaring. Keith scowled as he turned to face the window, alarm still going off in the background.

It was so dark out. Probably because it was about three in the morning right now. That was what he had wanted. A time when the stars would be out full force, even if he was annoyed at the sound his phone was blasting from across the room. The stars… Glittering so brightly across the sky. The ocean below reflected the twinkling lights, making it seem as if it had its own galaxies beneath the depths. "Where the ocean meets the stars…" It was a myth, supposedly. One he had decided he was going to solve.

The blaring from his phone was getting annoying, causing Keith to finally drag himself out of bed and across the room so he could shut it off. There was a moment where the silence was unsettling before the noises of the nearby ocean took it over, causing Keith to relax. Why was he so worked up? It had to be that dream; the one he was already forgetting, which annoyed him. Well, he wasn't going to dwell on it and rile himself up. Instead, he quickly dressed, making sure to grab his favorite red jacket as well, and two pieces of toast before heading out.

Keith furrowed his brows as he sat on the beach just outside his house. He didn't know where to start. He never did. The stars were in space, while the ocean was… Well it was the ocean. An annoyed sigh left his lips and he shook his head. Right… That should be proof enough that this myth was nothing more… It should be enough for him to head back to the city, and his brother.

After a moment, Keith shook his head, sighing a soft 'no' as he did. If he returned home without solid and undeniable proof that the myth was or wasn't real, it'd be like admitting delete, which he didn't want to do. It was the stubbornness in him… or maybe he liked being out here, by himself. It could also be that he had a small hope that the 'something good' the myth spoke of really would actually be good. He wanted it to be worth it. To… To make life as beautiful as the stars in the sky, and as calming as the ocean. Though he'd never admit it.

Sighing, Keith flopped down in the sand, staring up at the stars. Tonight, they really were bright. One of them was really bright tonight. Brighter than the rest. He watched that star, curious. It was almost like the start was moving… Dancing even. Then, all at once, the star was gone. No light, and the rest of the stars were the same. Nothing bright or inviting about them.

He shook his head now, a light frown on his face. It was obvious he wasn't getting anywhere tonight. He was tired, and apparently imaging things in the sky. The stars dancing? There was no way. Keith shook his head and stared up the sky, trying to find any hint of what he just saw, but there was nothing. The sky was the same as ever. Frowning, he returned home. He'd just have to try again another night.

When Keith next woke, it was storming. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating nothing but the blackness of the clouds, and rain beat against the side of his house. Keith could feel the wind shaking the house, and trees in the distance bending because of the force. Sighing, he checked his phone for the time. The bright '6:07 AM' stared back at him before he locked the phone and set it aside. Great. He couldn't even get three hours of sleep before a storm rolled in, waking him. So much for seeing what the stars did right before sunrise.

'There's still about two hours until sunrise. Storms like this never last long.' Would the storm and the clouds leave, letting him see the stars? Or would he have to wait another night to try again? It was probably just best to wait for the night. There was no point in getting himself stressed out about the stars. Nothing was there. It was just the vast emptiness of space. Keith sighed and stared out the window, frowning lightly.

Even in a storm, the waved of the ocean moved forward. They were larger and more violent than they usually were, but they still followed a patter. Fall back, rise up, rush forward, and fade away. Repeat. Fall back, rise up, rush forward, and fade away. Repeat. It was almost soothing, in a way; seeing that no matter what, the waves of the ocean would always be in that familiar pattern, unchanging.

Maybe that was one reason he stayed here. Keith didn't believe the myth he was researching one bit. It just didn't make sense. However, it was nice here, and he was too stubborn to return home without solid proof anyway, so it all worked out. Shiro wouldn't let him stay out here if it were dangerous, or if he didn't have any way to care for himself and get the things he needed. Keith sighed again as he rested his chin on the windowsill, and just watched the waves do their dance, as the rain beat down on the window, as a couple of stars broke through the clouds.

Some stars broke through the clouds, but the rain was still pouring, the ocean was still angry, and the clouds weren't dispersing. A soft light broke out over the beach, illuminating the sand in a soft light. Keith was about to turn away when he noticed something. When he noticed someone. A man, face-down in the same, waves breaking at his feet. He wasn't moving, and the rain was still beating down.

Keith cursed lightly to himself and shook his head. Some people would just leave the poor guy out there. Keith wasn't one of those people. He couldn't just let him stay out there… Not when it could result in the guy's death. Sighing lightly, Keith grabbed his jacket before heading out. Almost instantly, he was drenched by the rain. Vaguely, he thought about how nice it was that the rain was a soft warmth, instead of the biting cold he expected it to be.

Slowly, against the wind and rain, Keith made his way over to the man. There was no way the other was getting up himself. He looked like he was out cold. No surprise, if he had washed up on the beach in the storm. It was just lucky for this guy that Keith was here. That the storm had woken him up. He kneeled down, hands under the man's armpits as he raised him. It was like trying to lift dead weight. Keith shouldn't have been surprised. The man was out cold, and wet clothes weighed a ton. For a moment, he toyed with the idea of stripping the man of his green jacket so he'd be easier to carry, before discarding the idea. It wouldn't be right.

It was a good thing that Keith was in shape, else he probably wouldn't be able to lift the man. However, after a bit of struggling, he finally managed to get the man leaning against his back. The other's head fell against his shoulder, causing Keith to glare. Not that it did any good, seeing as the man was unconscious, but it made him feel better about the whole ordeal. Keith sighed before dragging the man towards his house. "Right. Let's get you inside."

Keith didn't notice that the stars were hidden again, nor that the ocean seemed to claw at the man's feet as he was dragged away, calling for him back.

And that's chapter 1. I'm really excited for this fanfiction, and getting back into writing them period.

Just so everyone is aware, yes, the man is Lance lol.