The Torn Throne Fate, by its very definition, suggests that our lives are not under our control, but under the control of those recognised as Divine. It is our faith, our belief in something intangible, that takes away our freedom and the control of our own fate.
If there was anything Tehran took to heart from the Order of Crows' teachings, it was that fate is man-made. Each choice you make, each action you take, changes the shape of the world around you.
Behind every action is a purpose, it matters not if that purpose is selfless or self-centered. Men steal to feed their families. Soldiers dress up in armor to protect their home. Nobles claim taxes and gorge themselves on the luxuries of life. Kings and queens sit on their thrones like gods, killing thousands with but simple words as a means to extend and solidify their power. Though no matter how high or low a person sits, how ornate or chast a person's clothing, they all succumb to death.
Change had once arrived on the continent of Angrath in the form of magic, but was that the end of it? Something is stirring beneath shadows of its people, strings are being pulled and plucked, driving and changing the so-called fate of all that live here. The balance of power on Torenth has been disrupted and many are fighting to gain their own piece of it.
Now, how will our little Tehran play his part?
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