Since the beginning of time, men and gods alike have longed for what is out of their reach. Like the wishful child looking upon the distant star, they gaze at the object of their desires from afar.
Until fate decides the time for wait is over and the status quo must be broken. Most will forever bear the burning ache of an unfulfilled desire. Some will be lucky enough to catch a shooting star. Others will, through sheer force of will, manage to leap high enough to take hold of their heart's desire. And sometimes, only some times, the fervent observer and the tantalizing star will meet each other halfway.
Like they did.
It was a cold day in Hell. Like it always was.
And yet, the two unusual figures that dwelled in one of the entrances that joined the realm of Hades, land of the dead with Gaia, home of the mortals, didn´t seem to be affected by the bitter cold nor for the chilling darkness at their backs.
The figure closer to the opening looked like a normal houn