If you wished on a star, would it really come true? The boy quietly asked himself, a small pout pursing his lips. Jaden knew very little of the world past the grand line of trees. Ever sense birth he had lived in the wooden cottage with his uncle Chazz. Now at age seventeen he was becoming more anxious and felt the air thicken with his own distress. However soon his uncle would leave for a few days like he did during every beginning of winter, tell this day he never knew what he did. The soft drooping hazel eyes flickered back to the sky now releasing they had fallen. If I could make a wish... I would wish to be free. Free from here. Free of every emotion and memory that chained me here.