*Rewrite/New Version* Healing What Has Been Broken

LOST Monsters - Part 1

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I'm happy that so many have enjoyed the last chapter! I hope that everyone will also enjoy this one and the many more to come.

But, in this chapter, you will all see Warverse! I'm so excited!

There are warnings for Warverse as well - it's not exactly a fluffy place after all. What they see as mercy is not what others see as mercy for example. Their morals are not everyone else's morals. Triggers might happen. I want everyone to keep this in mind while reading from now on. If you are fine with that, then go on reading, if not, then you can stop and read something else that is less of a trigger for you.

I decided to try and play around with different fonts in this chapter. If I like it, and if it is fine with everyone else, I might keep doing it in certain situations/scenes and for certain characters. If I don't, or if you think it takes away from the story, then I will not do it any more. We'll see as time goes on. There is a chance the text, the new ones I am trying, might not show up on the Wattpad App though, or used via phone, because that happened to me when I tried to write on my cell phone. Just a heads up in case it's just not my phone.

For pairings, I am still debating. I'll love to hear all your opinions when you see all the Warverse characters lol. I'm pretty sure they are not what you are expecting at all. But that's what makes this so much fun.

With all that stated, let's get this chapter started!

-Chapter Start-

Pulling.

Pushing.

Breaking apart.

Little pieces.

No consciousnesses.

S̴̢̛͎̖̗̞̟͎̃̽͋͛̓͒̓̔̋̓̕c̴̢͉̩̦̈́́͌͆̉å̴̡͓̼͔͕̟̱͍̝͍͇̼̟̖͛̉͑͋̓͊̍̏̔̐͘̕͜t̴̨͎̙͎̥̣̟̠͉̞͓̜̒̈́̍͂̾̔̃̔͒̿͛̋͘͝t̷̨̺͚͎̰̀̋̆͂̊͛̒͌̾̓̀̊͝ę̴̘̼͂́͋́̐͛̾͊͆̈́̓̾͘͘r̷̛͉͗͛̎̅̓͋͐̀̚͘į̷̯̪͈̀̏͛̆̔̅̀̾̂͘͝n̴̪̐̅͘g̸̦̠͙̙̳̖͔͐̑͊̓͗̄͛͋̄̿̄̀̌͌̏ͅͅ

A̷̪͙͎̝̮̱̬͖̋̿̃̀̔̈͆̋̍͒̚͘͜͜͝c̶̨͍͓̗̱͕̹̱̺͇̮̬̟̲͚̏͛͂̓r̸̨̘̭̰͇͙̬̩͉͒̂̏̆͒̈́̋͆́͗̄̏͗͜͝͝o̷̺̲̦͇̭̫͔̐́̋̑̈́̋̔̃̍͆̀͒̕͝͠s̴̡̢̛̛͖͍̗̋̆͛̅͂̏̂̓̆̓̅̕s̸̙̗̰͇͓̦̱͓̉̌̋̈́͛̈́́̔̚͝͝ ̷̦͎̲͙͕̖͕͕͕̺̰̌͂̓̾͗̀̓͐t̶̢̤̫̖̱̼͓̿̿͛́͝ͅị̸͍̜̣͋͋̎̀̏̈̃̀̋͘͝m̵̗̫͓̹̠̭̝̰̱̃́͒̾̈́̿̕̚͠ȩ̴̖̭͚͕̲̠̯̳̫̥̟͚͈͆̈́͒̅͊͒͆̔͐̆͋̕͜͝ ̸͈̫̮̞͎̖̣͍̝͊͒͜ͅa̷̼̭͉͆̏ͅn̵̹̳̰̳͖̯̤͉̈͗d̴̝̣͖͇̟̈́̽͗̋̓̉͐̑̀͐͊͘͘ͅ ̴̘̟͕̩̙͇̤̮̗͐̈́́̇̍̾͐̇̉̿̀͘͝͝s̸̡͎̣͎̀͂̔̑͜p̵̗̬̝͚̜̘̤̖͎̲̫̾͆̓̅̔͋͛͑͊̓͗̉̽͘͘ã̶̛̤̹̟͓͒̅͐ç̸̧̢̬͉̪̲͍̠̹̀̑̆̆̍̏́̃͐̄͂̀͊͘̕ę̷̢̖̙̣͔̲̈́̑́͒̄̚̚͝͝ͅ

"𝔐𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡, 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡, 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥."

Pulling.

Pushing.

Coming together.

Big pieces.

Small consciousness.

W̴̛̩͙͐̀̀́̔̆̋̈̈͠ã̸̪͖̭̿͛̿̀̅̂͋̾̓̋̿̕͝r̵͉̱̭̝͓͝m̶̧̢̞͓̬̻͕̠͕̞͑̑͝.̸̢̞̰̪̺̥̪̯͉̤̻̏̆̒̌͑͆̓͋̽̇̋̊̿̓̚