"Sleep my little one...."
"Can you tell me a story? The one you always tell me?"
"Alright. As you remember as before, in ancient times, a rock from space surprised many villagers from around this place. A blinding light appeared, one they have never seen before. No one knew what it was, but it seemed beautiful to them. All they could do was see it in awe and wait until it disappeared into the night sky forever. Today, still many people have gone into the desert in search for it, and whoever finds it will be granted with riches beyond desires."
You are now a grown man, lord of your people, in desperate need of help. Everyone is starving. The farmlands have been corrupted, and people are refusing to pay tax. You can still remember that faithful day your father returned on the brink of death from his desert trip. You kneeled beside him, only to hear his dying words: "I found it. It was beautiful."
All you could think about was the Shooting Star from your bedtime stories. Could your dad have really found it? There is no time now. If it was real, it could save your people. But the journey was unknown, no one knew what direction it was or if it even existed. Your father was one of few who have ever returned. Was it really worth it to risk your kingdom just for some stupid story?
Your decision must be heard. It's now or never.