They thought they had it.
They thought it was for them to keep.
But they were wrong.
It wasn't meant for them.
The human body just wasn't made to hold that strain for so long.
Eventually, it will overwhelm them.
Kill them.
It was indeed a gift.
But then, it was a curse as well.
There is a way around of course.
But there is a price.
It's just the way logic works.
You just can't have everything.
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Chess
FanfictionHe wasn't a warrior in the first place. He was a tactician. A chess master. And in chess, sacrifices are meant to be made.
