What only pain can buy (rated Aur)

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The Razorblade of belief

Book I
What only pain can buy

For the good of all they are born, knowing nothing of the common joys that so many have, but fail to recognize for the treasures that they are. They are brought into this world as part of the cosmic balance, the Xyttyzatus Shyamur, to ensure the continuation of The Boundary. Few of them truly understand this; few mortals accurately comprehend this at all. For heroes to exist, some beings must be ground down to less than dust. They must endure soul altering agony, they must have what they desire torn away by fate fire, they must exist for others’ glory. For those decreed by divine destiny that come to discern the truth of this there exists a path more dangerous than any circus line, those that learn to run this line, yearn to run it, can shape others ‘futures. Through these few, these untreasured few, others are blessed.
From The Writings of the Womb of the World, by Xeteta Zyamattya, High Flame Mistress of Suthain 1216 CP

There exists a universe of countless stars extending across a vast sea of eternal night. For leagues beyond counting do they stretch. In a place, not this place, in a time not now, there exists a segment in the incalculability of the ocean that is the third heaven, a lone star. This sole celestial entity, seen as a mere heavenly body by some, and as a divine being by others, stands sentinel to a system of planets and moons that travel at varying speeds deosil to this Stellar centerpiece, as well as each other. This singular interplanetary body in conjunction with its peers provides light and warmth to these various spheres, and if there godly status is indeed true, these heavenly forms scrutinize these globes as well.

On one such sphere, the fifth said by some to revolve around the astronomical focus, lie’s a continent that some have titled Salvar, upon which resides the remnants of one of the largest single mountains to be found anywhere on the planet. Surrounding a portion of this colossal wreck resides the collective holdings of the Black Eye Clan. If those interplanetary phenomena are more than mere Steller constructs, and if they happened to be examining the particular Black Eye Clan holding of Jarn’A’Shartak, which was once named Sage’s End, that resides between Twin Arrow Pass, then they would no doubt observe a paradox, a scene both commonplace and of import, which is to say with greater specificity, they would be viewing an orc engaged in the war dance that was combat training with a lad that was two years younger than the youngest commonly put through such an ordeal.