Broken Bottle Some wounds are never meant to heal. Those who suffer do so in vain. The cruel reality Dorus Chatahyuk is born into as a cursed child, empty vessel, and rotten mind. He is an orphan who survives the narrow streets of Hrimpantith with his oldest friend, Runa Riggs. She makes sure Dorus is well protected between lessons on mapping stars in a rundown temple. In a stroke of good fortune, both urchins are adopted into the prestigious Dreks family and instantly befriend the young daughter, Ertha. No shame in childish games, the bonds they forge are those of siblings. Dancing in the moonlight or daring each other to touch the big blue door, there's never lack for contrived intention behind every motivation. This is where Dorus and the fatal flaw of innocence gives way to greatest despair, for when he finally finds the courage to make good on that dare, the end is already nigh. His destiny etched in stone as divine revelation and demonic inspiration. Fate escaped, fallen into endless sea, Eternal light found in dark ecstasy. Joy as a word, far away, never heard. Souls ever wanting, never home enough. Measured pain worth less than tears and blue skies, Doubt overwhelms the crimson hues in lies. Lost as a guide, very near, highest tide. Fathers lost longing, three fold one in none. The journey as a message, the old god Dwolmarik is determined to return us to the chaos of annihilation. Fairies helping or hurting Dorus Chatahyuk along his accursed way. With hope dwindling, how much of Dorus is still there?
