A Guardian.
His predecessors, his successor.
Locked in a cycle full of hate, despair, and blame.
But there is one thing that saves them. One thing that gives them comfort that they so desperately saught.
Love.
Generations after generations, a new era began. There, ancient cities and temples made murals, manuscripts, and inscriptions about a particular phenomenon.
It was a miracle, some had engraved.
A curse brought down by the gods, many had proclaimed.
One night, a successor was traveling to a lost temple. A temple that was believed to be the place of origins of the first miracles.
He was in short of rations. He was dehydrated and was far from his home. He was sick, pale, and weak. But he kept his will. Something had guided him towards the lost temple. He followed his conscience. He was ready to risk it all just to see a piece of light from a miracle.
The Guardian, his predecessor, had warned him not to, for miracles were feared throughout the nations and was mostly taboo in various lands.
The predecessor of said Guardian, however, encouraged the man to find that miracle.
The successor followed the wise and old, not the young and intelligent. For he, too, believed that this said miracle would bring good upon the Earth.
He was unsuccessful.
He perished before he could set foot unto the cold cobblestone of the bridge that led to the temple. And in his home, the love of his life, one that he thought of as he took his dying breath, followed the same fate as him.
And even in death, they do not part.
Both found peace at the end of their journey.
They spent their remaining breaths wondering if they'll ever see each other again.
Perhaps what the successor was looking for in the end was a miracle to save himself and his love from this endless cycle full of suffering.
From then on out, the lost temple crumbled of unknown reasons, and there were no signs of its existence as many years passed by. After that, many would experience pain, one that they were sure that they didn't cause themselves.
A new generation came, and technology was finally advancing. Researchers and scientists studied this phenomenon, and they were finally able to have an idea. Though, it's origins? None was able to find the answer.
They found out that two individuals are bound by something unknown. The scientists weren't able to have an actual answer, knowing that something as absurd as this would be in their field.
In some people's beliefs, two souls were intertwined.
Intertwined by pain.
Two souls intertwined by suffering that once they meet like what destiny had planned, they would get their reward. Special love.
Only a few were lucky to evade the curse, but everything must have their own consequences. Good or bad.
The curse brought pain but delivered love.
The fortunate ones were free from the shackles of suffering, but they have lived their lives devoid of a soulmate.
How about you, Reader?
Pain in exchange for everlasting, special love or peace but loneliness?
Whether you answered that question or not, the universe would be the one to decide.
You could only change how everything will turn out.
𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡
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𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴: Soul Bound - DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction▹ Finding the one is a fairytale, is what my parents used to tell me during bedtime stories. That the universe before ours doesn't have soulbounds. The people in the story would describe finding the right one like a magnet. Two unlinked souls drawn...
