The Broken

A man wrapped in chains and a blindfold around his eyes kneeled in the bright burning surface of a star. He was screaming, his suffering eternal as blood slowly dropped from his ears and eyes. The blindfold thankfully covered most of the sight but it did not block the horrifying noise that left his mouth. Years seemed to pass and perhaps they did, perhaps they didn't. It was hard to tell on the continuously bright surface where he was imprisoned. But eventually it did end. The screaming died down and the blood soon crusted upon his face.

A smile slowly grew though, even as he heaved each and every breath out. The chains seemed to grow tighter as he calmed. But his face tilted to the far distant place of his birth, of his brothers and sister and sibling.

Five words left his tired throat. "You shall not win, brother."

And that was all, as a deep laugh slowly began as he flashed out of his prison to somewhere unknown.

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A darkness is spreading across the land. A darkness filled with death and fighting and endless sadness. But there was a prophecy made. Telling of eight heroes who would either save the world or end it. It is with these eight out story begins, in a world so far different than ours.