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Prologue – The Gift
The first time it happened, Pirins thought he was dying.
His body twisted, bones grinding, skin stretching until the stars seemed within reach. Villages screamed below him, no bigger than pebbles. In terror, he willed himself smaller—only to shrink until blades of grass towered like spears and ants became beasts with armored skulls.
When at last he returned to human size, gasping and naked in a ruined field, he knew his life would never be the same.
The power whispered to him, like a demon promising crowns:
You are no man now. You are what men worship.
Pirins smiled, and did not argue.
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Chapter One – The Gentle Titaness
He found her in a valley of endless green.
Ram.
Her body was vast, her hair flowing like rivers, her footsteps gentle as drifting snow. She sang while gathering water in her cupped palms, her voice so sweet that birds hushed to listen.
Pirins stared, hidden in the shadow of an oak, his heart a storm.
So this is her. A giantess. A goddess in flesh. If I can have her, if I can bend her… then the world itself will kneel.
Yet when he approached, Ram only smiled.
"You're small," she said warmly, lowering her massive hand. "But not weak. I can feel the fire in you."
Against his pride, against his hunger, Pirins climbed into her palm. Her skin was warm, her pulse steady. He should have felt powerful. Instead, he felt fragile—protected by the very being he swore to conquer.
And somewhere, deep within, a thread of love tangled around his rage.
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Chapter Two – Obsession
Days turned to weeks.
Pirins stayed near her, shifting in size at will, walking with her as an equal when he grew, perching on her shoulder when he shrank. Ram treated him not as a pet, not as a subject, but as a companion.
She laughed at his stories. She shielded him from rain. When he raged at the unfairness of the world, she only listened, her enormous eyes filled with patience.
But kindness, to Pirins, was poison.
Every gentle gesture mocked him, whispered: She is above you. Stronger. Better. And you are nothing.
At night, while she slept, he stared at her colossal form and clenched his fists. His gift was meant to raise him beyond gods. Why, then, did he feel smaller than ever in her shadow?
Love curdled into obsession. Obsession into wrath.
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Chapter Three – The Betrayal
The moon hung red the night he chose to strike.
Pirins grew to her height, his body cracking with the strain of power. Ram awoke, startled but smiling.
"You've grown," she said softly. "Like me."
But there was no smile in him. He lunged, his hand a claw of fury. His fist struck her jaw, splitting skin. She staggered back, blood flowing like rivers down her neck.
"Pirins—stop!" she cried, raising her arms, not in defense but in plea. "Why do you—?"
He roared and struck again, bone crunching beneath his knuckles. Her knees buckled. Still, she did not fight back.
"You don't need to do this," she whispered, tears streaking her cheeks. "I already love you."
Her words only fanned his madness. He crushed her chest with both hands, ribs snapping like branches. Her scream shook the valley, her blood painting the grass scarlet.
And with a final, monstrous surge, Pirins broke her body and cast her lifeless form upon the earth.
Silence followed.
He stood over her corpse, victorious—and emptier than he had ever been.
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🔥 That's the setup. From here the story would move into:
Chapter 4–6: Pirins's descent into guilt → his campaign of giant-killing, described in violent, epic battles.
Chapter 7–9: His rise as "The World-Breaker," empire built on blood, but haunted by Ram's ghost.
Chapter 10–12: His return to the valley → forbidden ritual → brutal cost of resurrection.
Final Chapters: Ram's return → the confrontation → forgiveness → their reborn love as a mythic ending.
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