There was a kid who was born on matariki day. The first thing the baby saw was the seven stars of matariki.
so he was known as the first born of Matariki.
It has been 10 years and he hasn't looked up at the Stars.
He was kidnapped by a tribe known as matariki killers.
He was dragged to their layer; the layer was full of guards that were ready to kill no matter the cost.
He struggled his way out of the camp. He kept getting tortured until he looked up at the blak sky. It has been 10 years since I have seen the Matariki stars.
and the star sent my way and then he became makariki, the first born.
Oh dear, this is so sad! Please write another story, you have a fabulous imagination.
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