The Shards Of My Soul (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/332356161-the-shards-of-my-soul?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Asiul30&wp_originator=nXGkH%2Fu73OGJNc945MKoS725tKdRo8j6kaKZ%2BzMdbRdhTbnKsg%2B4vWBnPL8C8lk4XZaRJAiVjTsneiar6uVk6BE6UG%2Bax9wPpKiW%2FoLOrQMfcWZq4I0UDB%2BQpcySCi2V There is a wyrd long ago settled. Many seasons have gone by. Many days have set and dawned. Many choices have been decided and forgotten. Many mistakes have been made and forgiven. Darkness has come and gone. Good has won and lost. Through it all, this mysterious wyrd has remained. Shaped in steel and forged in stone, it has never changed. It's believed to have been sewn by the Seid itself, with no hand from the weavers, crafted by the very fabric of the Nine Worlds as a distant future marked to happen that no man, God, or creature can prevent. Centuries have gone by already and the Nine Worlds have seen good and evil thrive, but though a handful few have risen to the task of protecting each of them at every turn, none of them fulfilled the wyrd the Seid prophesied so long ago. Though not for the lack of trying, of course. Many have tried. But none have managed it. It is foretold that the weakest and youngest of all the Nine Worlds shall fall to a fiery mist of darkness enveloping the entire world, leaving merely ashes in its wake as a recollection of the species that'd once inhabited it, turning their world back into the empty wastelands it was before their beginning. No one knows quite clearly how the prophecies came about or who wrote them, but the time for them to be fulfilled seems to finally have come, for the beasts of war have arrived and they have come for blood. Now, a man with a long, dark past is faced with the responsibility to face the threat slowly inching its way to put an end to the universe. Where he was never chosen to be a hero, he is capable of things no human has ever been known to do, is rumored to be immortal, and possesses power not far beyond that of a God. But all existence is ruled by balance. For his past is interlaced all throughout history and only its secrets can determine the outcome of the war. As will his heart. Thus, chaos has come. And the only remaining question is whether steel will be broken or a beauty will blossom.
