Beware of the Void

What Is Good Is it simply what the many deem acceptable—the comforts of hearth and harvest? Or is it the spark of survival itself: the courage to greet another dawn when all around you lies in ruin? What Is Bad Is it merely that which the crowd recoils from, the sins they brand unforgivable? Or is it the slow poison of indifference, the quiet decay that turns a beating heart to stone? These are the questions stirring in Luke’s mind as he traces trembling fingers over the black, eight-petaled flower etched into his chest—each petal a silent challenge to the world’s definitions. Why was he left among the blasted stones of Isgard’s Void-born crater? What keeps his scar forever luminous, and why does the void’s corruption recoil at his touch? Taken in by Frank, a Fifth Order general on Isgard’s battlefront whose own grief lies buried beneath weather-worn hands, Luke must learn to distinguish kindness from cruelty, hope from despair. For within the answers to these questions lies the key not only to his past—but to the fate of all who dwell at the edge of the Void. This is my first real attempt at writing a novel so I can't promise perfection but I can promise an interesting story with unique standards.