Chapter Text
Prologue
He who surrenders hope, surrenders life.
The man who knelt before the Gods was so broken They could hear his pain calling out to Them more loudly and clearly than his prayers and pleas.
The Brother watched quietly for some time and then He turned away. The small wants of mortals were no concern of His and nor were their wishes and whims something for Him to grant.
The Sister reached beseechingly for the Brother's arm, for She had a gentle soul and to see the man's heartbreak and suffering was as painful to Her as if it were Her own.
The Brother shook His head. Gods They were but They had no power to change the past. Thousands had asked it before this man and thousands after him would do the same. It was only one mortal life after all.
The Brother left the Sister, who stayed to watch the man's pain alone. So saddened for this mortal was She that She looked deep into his future and Her sorrow for the heartbroken man grew and grew. So much suffering and pain was too much for one man to bear.
She reached further into the man's future and, unhappy with what She saw there, She changed it.
She couldn't give the man back the love he begged for now but, one day, She could give him a new one.
