Magic's Daughters & Prophecies *
Hecate sat her anger growing to the point she could have incinerated all those bigots and assholes who wanted to weaken the world of Magic. A world she and her three daughters had made to be a safe heaven for all sorts of creatures. She still remembered her husband who had died mortal when their daughter were born. As if three daughters weren't enough something else happened that day but now she didn't care.
Out of her daughters' first bouts of magic had made a miracle. Her husband was reborn but the beings had no memories that had been his. Yet she didn't blame what had caused that action to happen. All the Lady Magic could do was love what remained of her beloved. She sighed as she recalled that day as if it had just began again.
Pyra was the first born of the three, her temper was hard to control even now several eras after being born. The embodiment for unending fiery rage she could burn a person into ashes with just a glance if she desired it. However, under that rough and scowling face was a heart that was just as broken Hecate's own.
Aropet the second born had the been the waiting the patient out of herself and Pyra. With being the keeper of the books of life she had no understanding of emotions or of life itself at the time. She was the more sensible of the three. With the manipulation of time she was as dangerous as nesting mother dragon. Her neutral face made her seem even more horrifying.
Tharea was the gifted with control of crystal magic and of the mind. Considered the "Darkest" and "Most Evil" of her children this made things even worse than they needed to be. The creatures of night and symbols of death\coldness were created as Tharea's way of filling the void her father's death caused.
Hecate sighed shacking her head to forget about those memories. She had to focus on the present and the change yet to come. One part of the world had somehow vanished in the space of a few hours and now was unfound for 3,000 Years... How sad that was for families to be separated and vanished without any notice from the other Gods. It was Aropet who noticed the shift but none of the Pantheon believed her daughter, even though Hecate and her sisters did. So they took their chances, and made exact copies of themselves. Akatosh took notice of this and offered to take a piece of the four goddesses and seal that small portion into their new bodies sending the said new women into Tameral.
Ivory Lunar Potter, a beautiful baby girl was born to James And Lilly Potter. Her hair was black but if one lifted up the fluffy tufts they would find white and bright blue streaks underneath. As Sybill Trelawney looked down at the sleeping baby she when ridged and stiff. The Divination teacher's mouth opened as a voice that was cold calm, and yet, relentless took over.
"A Maiden of Magic Pure will come bathed in Crystals,
A Mask of the Magic Twins shall Guard Her Heart,
To defy the ones whose hearts are Blackened with Greed.
She'll exchange their blood for blood,
One for Subjects and One for Love.
Though in her heart she knows the flaw,
Magic returned from what was Sealed.
A Protector to Keep the Cold Girl,
An Arrow to Take Life to Guard the Shadowed Boy.
A Queen must have Her King,
Two Worlds spilt apart by Magic shall become One again."
Sotha Sil sat at the edge of a cliff with a bowl full of herds that had been burning for about an hour or two. He was trying to understand a dream he had been having. It was of a small girl but she was being held by a being with crystals sticking out its skin.
The being always turned catching his gaze and holding out the child to him. A sad look was plain as the raising sun in her eyes.
"Keep her away from the Builder of the Card Tower. Please teach her to be strong and a fighter. The Builder wishes her to be a means to an end, a pawn just destined to die for his Utopia to reign freely with him being the Leader forever more."
That was all the being would say yet if he was being visited by a God to watch over a child unable to make any choice of their own... He would do so for the sake of the little soul that would be broken to pieces and never fixed.
'The last time this happened...' Sotha Sil thought before shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts. 'I need to see Andaril Hav, now!'
Sighing to himself Sotha Sil dumped out the bowl and packed up the small amount of items he had into his pack. Double checking just to be sure he had everything Sol began to make his way to the wayshire that lead to Clockwork City.