The broken ones 2
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“No, it’s not!” the boy shouted. “Nothing’s okay. Not since Kael cursed me.”
He showed the vines. They pulsed with dark energy.
“I stole from the wrong wagon,” he said bitterly. “And now I steal just to stay alive. What else do you want from me?”
Ariah approached slowly. “Your name.”
“…Tovin.”
She kneeled before him.
“Tovin, I don’t want anything from you. But I know Someone who does. He wants your heart — not your shame.”
Tovin’s face twisted. “I don’t believe in that stuff. Not anymore.”
“I do,” she said. “Enough for both of us.”
She placed her glowing wrist against his cursed arm. The vines hissed and recoiled slightly, but they didn’t vanish.
“Not yet,” Ariah said. “But you’ve taken the first step. Walk with us.”
Tovin stared at her. And then, slowly, he lowered the dagger.
That night, under a sky just beginning to show stars, the four sat together. Four broken pieces of a bigger puzzle.
Jalen, the fallen warrior.
Mira, the silenced healer.
Tovin, the cursed thief.
And Ariah — the girl with a spark of light and a destiny she still didn’t fully understand.
“We don’t look like heroes,” Tovin muttered.
Ariah smiled. “That’s why we’re perfect. The Eternal One uses the weak to shame the strong — and the broken to show the world what healing really looks like.”
And somewhere deep in the distance, where shadow still ruled… something growled.
Because the light had found company — and the darkness was trembling.
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