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The Fallen Human

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𝓐 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓼.

𝓘𝓷𝓳𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮.

𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮.

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷... 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓵𝓵.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽: 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝔀𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯, 𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵. 𝓗𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻. 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓻. 𝓗𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽, 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓗𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓽.

𝓢𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂, 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓭. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔀.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵. 𝓑𝓾𝓽... 𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷, 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂.

𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓹𝓼𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮.

𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼, 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻.

A long time ago, a human fell into the ruins. Injured by its fall, the human called out for help. The king's son heard the human's call, and brought the human back to the castle. Over time, the prince and the human became like siblings. The King and Queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was full of hope. Then... One day... The human became very ill. The sick human had only one request: to see the flowers from their village. But there was nothing the monsters could do. The next day... The human died. The prince, wracked with grief, absorbed the human's soul. He transformed into a being with incredible power. With the human soul, the prince crossed through the barrier. He carried the human's body into the sunset, back to the village of the humans. The prince reached the center of the village. There, he found a bed of golden flowers. He carried the human onto it. Suddenly, screams rang out. The villagers saw the monster prince holding the human's body. They thought that he had killed the child. The humans attacked him with everything they had. He was struck with blow after blow. The prince had the power to destroy them all. But... He did not fight back. Clutching the human, he smiled, and walked away. Wounded, the prince stumbled home. He entered the castle and collapsed. His dust spread across the garden. The kingdom fell into despair. The king and queen had lost two children in one night. The humans had once again taken everything from them. The king decided it was time to end their suffering. Every human who fell down into the underground would have to die. With enough souls, he could shatter the barrier forever.

Tales of a Distant Heart

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𝓐 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓵𝔂, 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭. 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽, 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼, 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭.


"𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮," 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷. "𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼, 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓸𝓷."

"𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮?" 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓽, 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼, 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻.


"𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾," 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽. "𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓹𝓾𝔃𝔃𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮!"

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓷, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻. 𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶, 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶.

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼, 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓶.


"𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓾𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸," 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂-𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭. "𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶!"

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓶, 𝓷𝓸𝓻... 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼.

𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 - 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 - 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭...


𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭, 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶.

𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰.

𝓔𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽...

𝓐 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶, 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂.

A traveler found themself, unexpectedly, in a foreign land. All about them were strangers blocking their path, and enemies wishing them harm. The traveler did not wish to be hurt, so they held tight to their weapons, hardened their heart, and pressed forward. "Stop, and stay with me," said a kindly old woman. "I shall cook you my favorite foods, set a place for you beside the fire, and give you a bed to sleep on." "How do I leave?" asked the traveler, whose hardened heart needed neither food, nor rest, nor comfort. The old woman sadly led the way to the exit, but sought again to stop the traveler. She held her arms wide to block the exit, raised her voice to tell them of the dangers ahead. Her arms, spread wide to offer them a home, were left open to harm. The traveler pushed forward through her. "Stop, and let me capture you," said a hopeful recruit. "I shall lead you through puzzling games, bring you to my captain, and gain all the happiness I could desire!" The traveler said nothing, for their frozen heart needed neither fun, nor conversation, nor friendship. The recruit traveled with them for a while, but sought again to stop the traveler. He held his arms wide to embrace them, raised his voice to tell them of the dangers within them. His arms, spread wide to offer them love, were left open to harm. The traveler pushed forward through him. "Come, and let us see my hero," said a starry-eyed child. "I shall show you the way, tell you stories of why I respect them, and go home satisfied that we're safe from harm!" The traveler said nothing, for their distant heart needed neither stories, nor heroism, nor... anything, really, but a path forward and the power to continue. The child guided them through secret paths, and sheltered them from enemies who didn't wish to murder before a young witness. In time they heard of the traveler's misdeeds, and sought for once to stop the traveler. They held their head high, but - having no arms at all - were left open to harm. The traveler pushed forward... But not into the child. The captain, grieving her recruit's death, had followed the traveler and the child. The captain, whose heart was near and warm and softened with concern for the child, could not bear to let the child harmed before them. She leapt into the traveler's path, and she broke from the frailty brought on by caring. Except... A near, warm, softened heart is a living heart, one that could grow to protect people from harm. And so, she ended the traveler's journey.