Tsula, Maikoh's sister had specially prepared me for tonight.

She had told me her ancestors were the ones that found the star first when it landed. They nurtured the star and protected it. This duty was past down from generation to generation. From fathers' to their sons'. Mothers' to their daughters'. And now something is finally happening.

Tsula braided my hair. She dipped her thumb into a small bowl of white paint. She raises it and gently drags her thumb down my forehead.

She smiles and bows her head, "You are ready. You have washed and bathed yourself. Now you have been properly prepared for what is to come."

She...