A woman stood by a river and pointed to the sky, touching the back of the very young child beside her.
"See that star?" She whispered. The girl nodded. "That's your star. It's the brightest one in our sky. It's name is Ezra. And that one, over there?" The girl nodded again. "That's the dimmest star in our sky. It's name is Roman. Roman is jealous of Ezra because he knows he'll always be the dimmest, an outcast. One day Roman will try to get you, and you must run as fast as you can to find Ezra. Ezra will protect you. You must be strong." The woman crouched down and looked the girl in the eyes. She whispered now, barely loud enough to be heard as the wind howled in their ears, signaling the storm to come bursting from the sky.
"Run like the wind,
For Roman shall come,
Worry not,
In the arms of Ezra,
He'll keep you safe,
So run to him,
Run and hide,
Or you shall not,
Ever survive."
And with that the heavens opened up and they were gone as the rain pounded on the rocks.