Most people believe a life begins when the heart learns its first rhythm. Others insist it begins with choice, with purpose, with the first moment a person decides who they want to be.
They are all mistaken.
A life begins the moment someone above it decides where its thread will lie.
Behind every world, behind every breath, there is a structure. Silent. Precise. It does not ask. It does not feel. It only adjusts. If a life grows too bright, it dims it. If a soul grows too strong, it breaks it. If a story refuses to follow the path designed for it, the path is rewritten.
"Fate is not a promise. It is maintenance."
The ones who maintain it do not call themselves gods. Gods are too small for that responsibility. These beings do not shape creation through will. They shape it through correction.
Below them are the Entities, caretakers of the framework. They ensure events occur where they should. They move unseen, patient and methodical.
Between life and death stand the Architects. They greet the fallen, reset the irregular, and send them where the system requires. They do not question the design. They only follow it.
And beneath all of this, unaware of the weight above them, live ordinary people. They struggle, dream, rise, fall. They believe their choices belong to them.
"Free will exists only until it reaches the place where threads are measured."
Most lives stay obedient. They begin on time, end on time, and leave no questions behind.
A few don't.
Some are born with the wrong kind of silence inside them.Some learn to see the lines meant to stay hidden.Some refuse the thread they are given.
These souls are rare. Dangerous. Unwanted.
A Defiant is not defined by strength or talent.A Defiant is simply a life that does not bow.
"One thread out of place is enough to disturb an entire world."
Somewhere across the layers of existence, a single thread trembles.Something that should have ended has not ended.Something that should have obeyed has turned its face away.
The system notices.The Architects pause.The higher hands lean closer.
A small anomaly begins to move.A story meant to close is preparing to open.
And for the first time in a very long time,the ones above the worlds feel something close to curiosity