They are all the same. Claiming they will be the one’s to bring salvation to the masses. Three iterations of this wretched world and yet none of these poor souls seem to understand the truth of their existence. They are forever bound to this….is it fair to call this a life for them?
You read and wonder….but to know well that is a plight you shall never experience. Forced to watch them break and rebuild and break again. The sick cycle they write…. is that not the humanity of it all though?
This one here, Temir, he was called. Half-giant, gifted in the many warding’s and locks of this world. Forced to submit to the will of such fodder. Imagine the heartbreak as the final blow is struck.
“Well, here’s the thing mate, in order for this to be believable we’re gonna have to kill ya!”
Imagine as the axe came down upon him. Eyes glued to this small band of misfits. Do you think he found peace in that moment? Atonement?
Atonement, for sins he, was forced to make. Hard to imagine there is any happin…
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