It all started with a simple bus ride through the streets of the city, but to those connected to it, it was much more than that. It meant the acceptance of something past, the anticipation of what was to come, and the shattering of the life that had slipped through their fingertips.

A short story series about ghosts, the meaning of life and death, and moving on in life. Something like that. I shouldn't ever be taken too seriously.

The story follows three brothers, a group of young knights, on their fairy tale themed quest to rid the kingdom of the Witch of the North Northwest. Basically, this is their written "journal" about the adventures they come across during this quest, the people they meet, and a dark past that seems to haunt each of the brothers. I don't know. I think the prologue does a better job of explaining this.

On a side note, because this is supposed to be their "journal", there might be references to writing on pieces of paper and stuff like that, even though there really are no pages, so please bear with me on that!

Shooting stars are so beautiful and yet so rare that they've become the granter of impossible wishes. And now that you've left me, the only thing I can do is make a wish upon a shooting star, hoping for your return. So if my wish will eventually be granted, why does it still feel like a piece of me is missing? (something like that)

A short story I wrote a while ago. I hope you'll like it.