They call us heroes, fixers even repairmen and women, that’s all the truth but not the whole the truth is no matter the angle we are undeniably sacrifices.
This is the truth known to everyone from a babbling baby to a crooning croon, the world is broken or universe is broken reality is breaking from the seems, it is a fruitless endeavour we are but a speak in the universe but still, humanity had not and never will give up.
And by some miracle or whim of a higher power humanity’s prayers was granted in the form of blessing random children will be blessed with the ability to gain higher power to repair the cracks but what seems to be a blessing soon became a curse as time went on the crack started to appear with increasing frequency, the time to train and gain power became lesser and lesser what once was the battlefield of adults regressed to teenagers it was only a matter of time for children to be sent to the cracks which by this point is just a human meat grinder.
The truth is hard to swallow for an average citizen, but it’s an even harder pill to swallow when your newborn baby daughter was chosen, choice or not.
Her newborn the only remainder of her lover was marked for death, she knew this was a possibility that’s why she had given birth alone at home she knew she could have died, but her lover had left her a widow alone in a broken world where parents have nothing to bury thier child, she long has decided if she die from labour so be it she would meet her husband but she survived if her child was chosen , she will risk the rest of humanity so her child her daughter can live but to do so she had some stuff she needs to do and what better time then now.
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Time passes so fast yet so slow her baby girl Anya just hit two, yet she fears she won’t she her turn three, it was as her late lover predicted a year ago they where stil using teens now to seal the cracks, but like always it’s not enough it’s never enough the cracks are forming faster and faster this year the youngest was 9, this is a losing battle why couldn’t anyone else see it, a battle that cannot be won because according to the trend they will start tossing babies, this is not never giving up this is denial instead of fixing they should have been learning how to prevent them anyway but what did she know she’s just a lonely widow.
When Anya turned 5 the world broke, everything for a second everything was at peace, the most murderess criminal put down their knife, babies around the world stopped crying, soldiers on both side of a war drop thier guns. For a second all life on the blue planet was at peace, than it happened the world broke, cracks started connecting then pieces of existence started to fall apart, it was the end.
Yet it wasn’t a true end it was the end for the blue planet but like all things in life it’s a cycle, the broken pieces of the blue planet fell thur that universe to a new existence plane, one where multiple broken pieces of stars different universes and other blue planets, like a jigsaw they might not fit perfectly but they where never ment to but for it to exist the gaps must be filled, existence answered it’s call, heaven and hell answered their realms came and filled the gaps in equal amounts.
From that moment the broken world was created infinitely big as broken pieces form countless existence will continually join it, at it will exist until the broken planet becomes broken once again.
