Idk what to say except I have massive writer's block, I'm bored as shit, and I hope you like this completely random idea.

I'd just like to start this story off by saying I didn't ask for any of this, I didn't want any of this.

Soulmates were rare.

The last documented soulmate was 1893. They had already decreased in numbers, but for some reason, they began to die out. Not for lack of effort, of course. People desperately chased down who they believed to be the object of their mark, but just because you were born with one didn't mean you'd meet them when you were ready, or at all. If you were lucky, you'd meet them at middle age, most likely married to someone else, with a family, or near the end of one of your lives. If you were a rare gem, you'd meet them young. But mostly, you never found them within your lifetime.

And so, tired of waiting for someone who may never show up, people took their happiness into their own hands, and made their own happy endings. Eventually, the marks just stopped showing up.

Platonic soulmates were even more rare.

Someone who wasn't romantically tied to you but was just as important to your life and wellbeing. Of course, platonic soulmates had died out hundreds of years earlier, somewhere around 1400. Since they were so rare, and more importantly, hardly ever spoken of, it was hard to pin down a solid date. However, the fact still remained: Romantic or platonic, no one could protect you, care for you, and in romantic cases, love you better than your soulmate could. Due to this, there was no bond. That was just a popular myth. Reading their thoughts, feeling their pain? Also a myth. Truth was, you didn't need it. Since that person just kind of inherently knew how to care for you, it was human nature to want to be near the person who really knew you.

But, there was a legend.

A Chain.

Chain's were first discovered in an old journal of a 13th century physician. He spoke of someone who had come to him with multiple marks, each one just as important and unique as the last. He claimed that this person had the marks of some of the most important people they knew, teams and partners who he was certain would change the world. Who these people were was speculated, but he never wrote down the names, or really described the marks, for that matter. He only said that he believed Chain's were the glue that held together a group of people who were destined to be forever intertwined. Unfortunately, his studies ended abruptly when the Chain he was studying killed herself out of fear she would be burned or executed upon the discovery of her marks, which were quite difficult to hide.

So, let's play that back: Romantic soulmates? Insanely rare. Platonic soulmates? Died off in the 1400's, and Chain's? Only a single documented case, with some rumors of there being one more, at the most.

Pretty heavy odds, right? Enough to give people a sense of security. It shouldn't even be possible to get both.

So why in the world was I born with not one, not two, not even fucking three, but eleven platonic soul marks?

Welcome to my story. You might want to buckle in, cause this one's wild.