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PROLOGUE
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PART 1 - THE SCATTERING OF DARWIN
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Dormin panted for breath as he ran as fast as he could from the screams of the church. He didn't know exactly what happened - one minute he was standing over the body of his grandmother in her coffin, thinking of the times she had took care of him, and then she was awake, sitting up in her coffin and screaming her head off like a banshee.
It had happened once before with a rat in the street, but he thought it was just hurt and didn't think of it anymore. It was laying down, seemingly lifeless, and when Dormin looked at it, it started to move again.
It was an odd gift, one he wished he didn't have. Only the Gods should have the power to bring the dead back to life.
"Get the boy!" he heard a shout come from the street he had just left, "Burn the devil inside!"
"I've got him!" came another cry from somewhere a few steps away from him.
Before he could have time to react, Dormin was tackled down to the ground by a man far older than he was. He hit his head hard on the floor and his sight turned to a tint of red as blood flowed into his eyes.
His arms were held behind his back and his hands were wrapped together with what felt like thick rope. He closed his eyes in pain and before he knew it was being dragged back to where he had just came from.
Within minutes he felt himself being pushed into what felt like a cave, and hitting into a stone altar of sorts (too smooth to be plain stone).
"We can't kill him, Emon," he heard a woman whisper, "The Gods would not approve of it!"
"We're not going to kill it," someone replied, but talking at a normal volume rather than whispering, "We're going to split it's soul across the Forbidden Land."
"But a soul, no matter how much is it's split apart, needs some sort of host to contain it - you cant just simply contain it within the land."
"Ah, but that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm sure you've heard of the Colossus at least once in your lives, right?"
"You can't be serious!" the woman screamed, making Dormin flinch in shock, "You know what would happen if they were to be reawakended - that is, if they are real."
"Well, do you suggest anything else? By killing it, it would haunt our villages and never leave, and by not destroying it in someway you never know what horrors could befall our people because of this ability. Nothing should have the power to bring back the fallen - nothing!"
Everything went silent. Dormin thought that at any moment he would awake from this as if it were some horrendous nightmare. Of course, Dormin hadn't the best luck, and as he feared the waking nightmare continued.
A small, inaudible murmuring surrounded him as various people (his eyes being still closed, he couldn't see exactly who) started chanting in rhythm. He began to cry.
That day he had to say goodbye to the last living family member he had left - and now to his own life. The Gods were looking down on him - and striking him with their heaviest hammers.
Within minutes a pain began to grow in his stomach - at first he thought it due to hunger, but after time light leaked through his eyelids and he realised the pain was starting to feel like something was ripping out of him and through every square inch of his skin.
He screamed in pain, and then realised something was attempting to get out of his mouth. He tried shutting it, but it wouldn't close. He tried to stop screaming, but instead he screamed louder.
He felt his soul break into pieces.