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"Stormborn Fate: The Puppeteer's Dilemma."
In the storm's embrace, a boy was born,
Loved by a thief, his heart forlorn,
Sunlight danced upon his hair so fair,
Loved by elements, earth, sea, and air.
Little soldier boy, Atlas's weight you bear,
Fate's noose, destiny's call, a world to care,
Are you a marionette in this grand design?
Or a puppeteer of fate, so divine?
With Fire and Blood, the end draws near,
A future where your death ignites the fear,
They love you, for you're their sanity's thread,
The world's existence on your life is spread.
But, dear child of the sea, remember true,
The ocean's force, untamed and blue,
You are of the sea, let the strings be cut,
A God's anger, divine retribution's rut.
And as for your question, I must confess,
The Fates' weave still holds secrets, no less,
Will this tale end happily or not?
In destiny's dance, we're all caught.