Day 1676: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: Golden

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When he was a boy he remembered hearing stories of falling stars, of giant golden rocks coming down from the sky. People said that the sky was like a thick heavy blanket, holding the stars up and out of reach, but sometimes, the stars got to heavy and came crashing down to the world. They boy had always assumed the stories about fallen stars and the power they brought were just that, legends. The blue dot in the sky dipped below the horizon, disappearing from view.
The boy wasn't exactly sure what kind of power the star might have, but he knew one man that was always looking for power, no matter the means.
He turned to go back to his master's mansion , throwing his now forgotten orange off into bushes.