Chapter Two: When I Broke… And the Tower Chose Me
I was falling.
The sky was left behind,
And the wind was screaming inside me —
But there were no tears in my eyes…
There was only one question — why?
Why does every birth become a punishment for my people?
Why is the blood of Terrance… not called special?
I thought, maybe…
If I fall — everything will end.
Calm.
Empty.
Free.
But there was no death below…
It didn't hit — it landed.
The stone was cold, but what was burning inside me,
was much more intense.
And then —
I saw it.
A tower.
Black walls, on which time itself had stopped.
Its height seemed to pierce the darkness and demand an answer from the sky.
Nine floors.
A door.
And inside… fire.
I stepped forward, as if someone was pulling me in.
On the first floor was a scroll.
No paper — it was pulsating.
Its flames were reaching my soul.
The science of the nine bodies.
I didn't scream.
I didn't even laugh.
I just stood —
And the art... descended upon me.
Like a hungry animal finally awakening.
Something inside me began to burst.
And when the first star lit up —
I didn't become a god...
I became — the god of war.
I was no longer silent.
My breath was no longer a wave,
but a storm.
And then —
They came.
Nine figures.
Tall, shining, but without faces.
As if the light had hidden the face for centuries.
One said,
"Child... you are now our heir.
Because you did not fall - you were thrown.
And you did not let defeat take your name."
There was no scream in his voice...
But whoever heard - would fall to his knees.
They looked at me,
As if I was not a child -
But some old, unfinished battle...
Which will now be completed.
And then -
All the shapes disappeared like dew.
The tower was quiet,
But my heartbeat knew no peace anymore.
There was a mark on my back.
Not a wound...
But a promise.
Now the door opened.
And the sunlight came in, afraid of me.
I walked...
Not the one who fell,
Not the one who cried...
But the one -
Who now had nothing to stop.