As the world filled with sadness, the Gods took pity and blessed the world's beasts with new magic. The magic, once gifted, could bring peace within everyone's hearts. Once gifted, all who were willing to learn could wield its power, and their strength came from their own heart. The cycle could continue over and over, until the world was filled with joy for eternity. However, the Gods also asked a price for their gift.

A willing sacrifice was needed, one with a strong heart full of love. A being who was deeply loved, and loved deeply in return. This sacrifice would be removed from the world, and deeply missed. Their heart would be taken, and broken. The shards would dissolve into the new magic, and rain upon the world's beasts. There would be great celebration, and also great mourning. The sacrifice, without a heart, would no longer be able to return to the world of the living, for one cannot be truly alive without a heart. While the world celebrates their new magic, the sacrifice would be alone and empty in a world set aside for them by the Gods.

The new magic was not permanent, and depending on the power of the previous sacrifice, a new one would be required about every 25 years. They too, would rain their blessings on the beasts, but the new sacrifices also had a gift for the previous ones. Those who came before got blessed as well as those in the world of the living, with a tiny piece of the new magic. New heart. As time passed, the old sacrifices could feel love again as they gathered more and more shards. Finally, they could rest in peace, as the world finally repaired itself.