I was thinking of something like this as a first chapter: btw this is just a rough draft
The life of a Weaver is one filled with loneliness and solitude. From a young age, they are trained and experimented upon, until the true one is found. Upon discovery, they were locked into the weaver’s palace and forced to weave the magic required to sustain everyone else’s life force. Every day from sunup to sundown, the Weaver’s sole purpose is to weave the strands of the world. Lifeforces, fates, destinies, and more are all interwoven into intricate patterns to create the lives that others wanted to live, with no thought of a life of their own.
Braiding together strands of Love, Belonging and Prosperity, the Weaver looks over the land. From the top of the tower, they can see the entirety of the small city beneath them. Only a few years into this service, they were still hopeful and simply desired to serve their people. As the years passed and the solitude stretched into years of silence and loneliness, the Weaver couldn’t help but wish for a change of scenery. Watching what little they could see through the windows could only amuse them for so long. As centuries passed, they found themselves bored of the simplicity that peace and prosperity brought. They began to create chaos, villains, and wars. Until, they too became boring. After many years, the Weaver exhausted all possibilities. Creating millions of different stories, creatures and lives and watching as the world around them lived and died, unable to do so themselves.
Although they once began life as a human, they were artificially injected and manipulated with magical currents until every fiber of their being was laden with magic. This magic rendered them essentially immortal and is also what allows them to carry out their tasks.
One day, the Weaver detects something out of the ordinary. It had been many years since the last war was instigated as even those had become boring. However, they were able to detect fighting as a number of strands were currently being severed. Using their magic to “see” where this is taking place, they discover a magical power that they had never encountered before. With this piquing their interest, they decide to help the magical stranger for a little entertainment. To the Weaver’s surprise, before they could even begin to help, all of the lights went out in the city. This didn’t stop the Weaver as they possessed nearly perfect night vision, so they were able to see as the people in the city were murdered quickly and efficiently. Despite many of the murders lacking any sort of magical ability, they moved much faster than your average human. The Weaver could only surmise that these people were highly trained. Despite the scene in front of them being quite gruesome, the Weaver watched the entire thing with a massive grin on their face. This was the most interesting thing that they had seen in years and they didn’t plan to miss any of it.
To their surprise, they hadn’t even noticed that someone had entered their tower. Considering that no one had come up in centuries and they had been unable to find an exit, they assumed that there was no way in or out. Turning around quickly, the Weaver finds the source of the Magical power from before. Using their magic, they immediately begin to scrutinize the magic surrounding the stranger before the stranger withdraws within themselves.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to spy on my soul the second we meet.” The stranger says with a smile. “Anyway, you’re free now to leave. I’m sure you’re looking forward to making it out of here.”
Sitting down in their chair, the Weaver responds, “I am perfectly content to stay here. This is my home and I have lived here for much longer than you could imagine. Besides, I have seen all that the world has to offer and I am not interested in partaking in any of it.” Despite their words, their soulless eyes betrayed their lack of contentment with their situation.
Seeing through the facade immediately, the stranger says, “There would be no reason for you to stay here, Without people you have no purpose, you should at least come back with us.” The stranger says as they walk around, scrutinizing everything in the small room at the top of the tower.
The Weaver takes a look around as well, trying to see the room as a stranger would. The small bed in the corner shows its lack of use. One of the benefits of their magical body means that sleep is rarely needed. For the same reason, that is why there is no food or water up here. There was a small bookshelf with some basic books that they read at the beginning of their time in the tower. By now, those books had been read cover to cover so many times, the Weaver could easily recite any of those books from start to finish. Besides that, the only point of interest are the massive windows spanning most of the walls. They allow for a bird’s eye view of the city. As the weaver looks down, they can see as the town they had watched over for centuries is destroyed. Although they realize they should feel some sense of remorse, they couldn’t help but feel nothing. After centuries alone, they don't know if it was possible to feel human emotions any longer. After all, they don’t even possess the body of a human any longer.
Interrupting their introspection, the stranger speaks once again, “So, what do you say? Will you be joining us?”