I was inspired by reading some of the "Imdeity Tales" and decided to write my own. It will be separated into sections with a one continuing plot over several weeks. I hope you enjoy the first portion. Part 1: The Triad and the Tragedy Ash and embers danced in the thinning air as the city burned to the ground overcome by the great beast of war. The horrifying sounds of crumbling buildings rung in the ears of she who searched for the three messengers of peace. Trias the goddess of triads, the daughter of one of Imdeity Kingdoms' ancient founders, paced the debris ridden road waiting. She knew they, the three saviors, would arrive, they needed to, it was destiny, outlined in the stars and written by the magicians of old. The charred flag of the fallen city still hung, waving in the ashen air, a show of strength and endurance, or one of defeat? That depended on the actions of the triad destined to end this war. From over her shoulder Trias sensed it, from the south, over the mound that used to be the town hall, came the first of three, wielding his bow, the archer, just as written in the tales of old. The other, the second, from the south-east holding a staff of ancient oak, the archmage. But the last member, the third, had not arrived. The first two greeted each other. "It's good to see you again, Sharpy. I'm not disappointed to be working with you again." The bow master exclaimed. "Yes, together we shall finally bring an end to this war, Bran." "We're still waiting for one." spoke Trias softly. "The final member has not yet arrived." The bell of the decimated church tower eerily rung. It's clanging echoing across the ruins. From beyond the fires, in the east, a figure appeared. Clad in a dark purple cloak and a golden chestplate, the figure stood on the remains of the town's tallest structure, now reduced to a pile of rubble. They carried a bow in their back and a sword in their sheath, but their grey gloved hands were empty and held, palms extended, towards the goddess and her chosen ones. Trias called to the stranger. "I know of these two, the archer, the mage, but you...who might you be? Trias shouted inquiring at the newcomer. The figure steadily walked their way to the group, purple cloak swirling as the wind picked up. As they approached their green eyes examined the group. The stranger nodded and, smirking slyly, dramatically replied, "Ranke, Xeaus Ranke." Savie ran Troy's sandy roads in an adrenaline fueled rush. The terrible war had come to its bitter conclusion 10 years prior and now Xeaus Ranke, the mayor, had tried to put it all behind him. Torn between allegiances and believing the crown of the Kingdom of Peace to be rightfully his, he had fallen to his worst. His subjects, while loyal, still admitted, behind closed doors, that Ranke was a war-hero turned self-obsessed drunkard. He often drank imported ales and would only talk of the war in joke punch-lines and drunken rages. Time had taken its toll on his soul but not his body. He retained a youthful face despite the stress. Only a single scar, running from his brow to his chin remained to remind him of what had occurred during those traumatic times. Night had fallen now as Savie continued her run to the capital district. Ranke, having fallen asleep in one the town hall's couches was not expecting to be suddenly awoken by Savie with startling news. "Xeaus." She shook the man awake. "Ughh," yawned the mayor. "Mhm Savie, unless Bran has finally ceded the crown and I am finally king, there does not seem to be any reason why you've awoken me from my rest." He put his head back down on the couch, only for Savie to grab him by his hair and bring him to his feet. Xeaus groaned. "Ranke! You've been drinking again, damn you! Cease your drunken rhetoric, we have a real problem." "I'm listening..." Xeaus smoothed out his expensive garments with his left hand as he fixed his ruffled hair with a ring covered right. He placed his hand on the armrest of the couch to keep himself from falling over. Savie took the deepest breath of her life."Deity is dead." Silence. No ale was strong enough to keep Xeaus out of this reality. The darkest reality. A reality he had never imagined as even possible. A thousand different thoughts swirled in his mind. "This...this wasn't predicted in the scriptures." "No." "I didn't think the gods could die anymore." Xeaus reminisced back the the Great War and Trias' sacrifice. It still hurt. "Deity, the great force holding even the bitterest of rivals at bay is gone. Troy has its enemies, I know they'll come for us if we don't act quickly, arrange for the army to..." "They won't. Evil has returned to the world Xeaus, an ancient evil. It has wiped them all out. Without enemies we are stronger X, We all have to fight, you included. " "Impossible, why wipe out those who would be allies against us? No, none of this matters. I can't go back, I can't fight another war. The last one..." He paused as he collapsed into the couch again. He sat with his hands in between his legs. "The last one left me in tatters." Savie wasn't afraid to use whatever means possible to convince Xeaus to fight. He alone had slayed the beast in the Great War, saved his team, he was a hero. She just had to find it in him again. "Imagine the praise when you win. The people celebrating another success of the hero of the Great War." "That's what I thought last time, yet I lost more allies than I gained from that catastrophe. I am not willing to risk it all to gain so little. Savie. even I wouldn't bet on me to win this one. And another thing, Deity was there last time, he held back the armies as I defeated the beast. We cannot win without him." "Xeaus, It is your duty and you will do this. We've reached the end of the ancient's scriptures. We're at the end of the world. It's anyone's game, but you, you can unite the cities again, you can finish off this evil." Xeaus sighed, he knew she was right. He would have to be the one to do this. If an ancient evil had really returned and killed Deity, he wouldn't be around much longer if he decided to simply sit around and watch the world burn. "The kings will be holding a meeting in the Capital to discuss the contingency plans. Looks like I know exactly where to go to bring everyone back together. Anyone of any influence in one spot. It's perfect." "It's also illegal to interrupt that sort of official meeting, X." Savie warned. "Now now, since when has that ever stopped me?" laughed Ranke at the starry night sky through the town hall's atrium.