The falling star was so bright, it lit up the dusk sky as if it were midday.

Across the realms, skykids emerged to watch it fall, summoned by its brightness like flowers blooming in the sun. Its glow reflected in countless eyes as it shot towards its destination, tracing a burning trail in the darkening sky. Where would it land, they wondered? Which realm would claim this too-bright star?

The star sailed past the Vault of Knowledge, over the Golden Wasteland, and right between the frigid peaks of the Valley of Triumph. It was losing height, descending swiftly towards the Hidden Forest's fog-laced wood.

The trees lit up with light as more and more Descendants emerged from their homes, faces turned towards the star. Fog and rain burned away in its wake, lending the forest a rare silence.

When finally it landed, it wasn't with a crash or a bang. It simply stilled, stopping all at once a breath above the forest floor. There the light swelled, warming the faces of those who had gathered to watch. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the glow began to fade, folding back towards the center of the star.

When finally it dimmed enough to be seen through, all that was visible was a child. Curled up with their knees tucked to their chest, head resting on the light-warmed grass.

All that remained of the falling star's light was the slight glow emanating from the child, soft as a memory. 

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Just a little concept of one of the ways I imagine skykids being born. I had a little too much fun playing around with the descriptive language and similes and such :'D Also called skykids (grownup skykids?) "descendents" which I actually quite like! 

Feel free to share your thoughts!