Akawingnut :
SEVENFOLD — THE OATH OF WHAT WAS STOLEN
It was stolen—
a box that held something precious, something deeply woven into the heart. Something the world may never understand, yet whose absence tears something apart.
I retrace the steps, refusing to yield, searching for what was taken, for what the hands of another concealed.
Fear walks beside me, but I do not walk alone. Anguish lives within me, and rage has made itself known.
Sweat and steam rise from my flesh, a fire awakening beneath my skin. The body remembers. The soul bears witness. And an oath sworn before my first breath begins to roar within.
PROTECT. PROTECT. PROTECT.
My soul—my all— screams through the echoes, a primordial force that refuses to die. Like a supernova tearing open the heavens, like a jaguar whose roar makes the forest reply.
This is no ordinary anger. This is the cry of something sacred, the fury of a heart that knows what it has lost cannot simply be replaced.
And still, I do not know that my cries have been heard.
For there, just left of my shoulder, stands the King of Kings— His presence needs no announcement, His silence speaks of things beyond my understanding.
I rage, unaware I am not alone. I fight beneath a presence greater than my own.
And somewhere beyond the anguish, beyond the theft, beyond the wound that refuses to close, a promise remains—
SEVENFOLD.
What was taken shall be answered. What was stolen shall not be forgotten. And what was precious to my heart shall never be diminished by the hands that took it.
The world may never understand its worth.
BUT I DO.
And the oath remains.
2026-11-02 08:38:26