Wheel of Ruin
The gnawing emptiness that plagued Jasper had always been a dull ache, a void where purpose should reside. It was during the harrowing rescue of the child, lost deep within the unforgiving North, that the ache sharpened into a searing pain. The child's desperate, trusting gaze, mirroring the pleas of the grateful family whose village had burned, struck a chord older than memory.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.