They say when the fragments fell, the sky screamed.
But I remember. I remember like it's bone deep. The night the stars bled.
It was a storm at first. Crimson lightning tearing across the sky like the universe was being cut apart. It was beautiful to some. Until it began to falling. Until the first town became nothing but fire and silence.
In the beginning, no one really knew what the fragments were. Some alien force? Some non earth artifact. later, they'd say it was from Sirius a long forgotten planet kilometers away that blew up light years ago. It never never matters to people like me. All I know is this: you either die when you touch one, or you live… forever changed.
They call them the broken now. They survived the touch of a fragment and received powers grotesque ones. Every ability stemmed from something inside them. Regret. Guilt. Anger. Desire. They weren't newfound gifts… they were mirrors. Curses realized
It's been 10 years since the sky's bled and things ain't better yet. Governments fell apart cities made walls and security forces focused slowly on fragments. Thee fragments? They became currency weapons and religious taboos. Some sell them. Some worship them some poeple like me track them down.
But not for powers.
For answers.
My name is Kade veylan. Eighteen years old, born in the remains of new Adra. Raised in sector-7 where the skies always hover oranges because of steel and smoke haze. I am not a broken. Not legally.
Two years ago, I touched a fragment nothing happened.
No fire, no vision, no alien cry for help or connection to another realm just me being whole. Just me being invisible even to reality changing objects.
Everyone said I was lucky.
But yesterday, I was wrong.
The fragment I've kept hidden in my room the one I've kept just in case started to glow yesterday. Faint little bursts that looked almost like a heartbeat. And then… I heard it.
A voice. Calm. Cold.
"you were never meant to have just one power," it said.
And then I knew.
That the fragment wasn't dead.
It was waiting.