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Many feared this. They all did. They all knew.
They knew that forbidden magic wasn't supposed to be unearthed. It was a mistake, yet there are those who experimented with it, got driven mad because of it. This magic was known as Shardbinding.
Many poor souls had shards embedded into them. All of them were destined to be failures. Yet another soul would enter the chamber and wretched screams of terror and agony would echo through. There was no turning back once it started. Once the shard was embedded, it would spread, turning soft flesh into coloured glass...then they themselves would turn into glass for eternity. It was a fate worse than death.
But who orchestrated all this and why was this young innocent boy turned into a shardbinder? I do not know. But here I am...10 years later watching over him as he sleeps through his induced coma. I hope the glyphs i put around the infected areas hold. I don't know how much longer he'll last. I don't know if he'll become like them.
I'll wait for you to wake up...as I have always done...
Sorey