Reforging The Broken
Once, there was a boy who had been broken by the world. Beaten and battered by life's cruel winds and waves, the boy's soul broke. The core of who he was splintered into thousands of pieces. The pain that accompanied his soul breaking was immeasurable; unimaginable; completely unfathomable.
For those with broken souls, simply existing was a monumental, heroic effort.
The boy yearned for death. He hungered for it. To die would be a release from this torment. It would mean the end of suffering. It would mean the end of pain. As the seconds ticked by, he could feel the pieces of his soul slowly drifting farther and farther apart. He could feel himself slowly dying, and he rejoiced. Soon, it would be over.
Or rather, it should have been over soon. Unfortunately for him, the gods had other plans. They would not allow him to die so easily. Using every bit of their godly power, the gods bypassed the divine pact which usually restricted them from directly manipulating the mortal realm.
They forcefully pulled his soul back together, but they could not heal it. With the limitations put on them by the divine pact, they could only hold the shards of his soul together via a powerful spell. His soul would still be broken, but he wouldn't die.
The reconstruction of the broken soul had begun.
ReforgingTheBroken · Fantasy
