Prologue

Close your eyes. Make a wish. Have it instantly granted.

Is paradise all that we think it is? That we can have whatever we want?

Maybe not.

Struck by a shooting star, Scarlet possessed its power. And unknowingly, its danger.

But what's the point of living if everything is perfect?

Can you... wish away a shooting star?

*Warning: crappy and super short story ahead written by two twelve-year-old rookies*