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