Upon an isolated mountaintop castle, a bird flew through a window in the Great Palace of the Silver King. The intention of the bird was to deliver a message from the Water Lord. Unbeknownst to the bird, the message was actually a threat. The Silver King’s powers were waning and yet she was still in the position of high royalty in the upper realm. Though this was partially due to her status as the child of a primordial entity. Of her three siblings, it was only her and one other who were still involved with the politics of the Gods of Wyendhal. It was a Realm with so much concentrated power that any mortal without protection would immediately disintegrate within its vicinity. 

And yet here it was that the Water Lord, one of the many Lords that existed in all the Realms, who had threatened Goddess Ouyzette, the Silver King. It was within Wyendhal that the divine hierarchy reigned supreme. The only person to actively overpower Ouyzette was the Gold King, her brother, the God Eiruleon and other than him, Ouyzette had authority over all others who took residence in Wyendhal. Though that was not to say she was powerful; she had been alive for so long she had grown weary and weakened, politically and spiritually. As a result, newer and more daring Deities had taken it upon themselves to attempt to dethrone her, they were those who had not witnessed the power of Chaos, who had long since taken to isolation, only ensuring that the universe was able to remain in existence.

Ouyzette calmly flicked her hand, killing the bird as it neared her, her well-manicured hand staining slightly from the blood. It was a foolish and childish threat, one that she had no qualms about stumping, and yet she felt uneasy. It was not often that the Goddess was able to sense discord within the universe, but she quickly realised that it would be stemming from her own power. Rising from her throne, she made her way to the Council of Gods, which consisted of the 200 oldest Gods, most of whom were present before the creation of Wyendhal. Upon arrival she realised that many were absent, preoccupied with their own dimensions. Glancing around she came across Gods who seemed to have remained stagnant since the last meeting, unmoving and unmotivated.

Sighing, she raised herself to one of the seats, realising that this too would soon be her fate, a great many years ago she had taken to the creation of the world she had once fondly named Meledai. She had long since condemned it though, the humans she loved were few, and evil ran rampant throughout it. It would not be long before it struck destruction once again, she had doubts about the success of the champion she chose, and her saint was doomed to meet the same tragic fate. In all possible futures which she had seen Meledai through, he would ultimately die alone and tragically. Watching this again and again had nearly driven her insane in trying to change factors to keep him alive, constantly updating them, so that when the time came he would live. It was a great demonstration of her power, but it ultimately contributed greatly to the waning of her powers. Although, she had long since committed to the decision, deciding it was worth the price. 

Whilst tapping a finger on the table absentmindedly, she suddenly felt a swift change within herself. Ouyzette’s body tremoured in pain. Breathing heavily, she filtered her mind, only to find that her incarnation was no more. She raised her hand shakily, noticing the veins of which were now prominent and well visible through her pale skin. A new wave of divinity was beginning to pass through her. The price of losing an incarnate was no small one, and a significant amount of pain continued to hit her until she slouched over the table. She was grateful that she was seated, otherwise she surely would have collapsed by now, the immense pressure from the transfusion of divinity would only affect her physical state temporarily. 

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Clearing her mind, she looked up from her seat to realise the Council was not paying attention. Many were engrossed in conversations with each other, and it seemed there would be no others to arrive, nor anyone bearing news. At that, she knew it would do no harm to take leave at this point, and she had at least made an appearance.

Shakily rising from her seat, silver hair clinging to her face from the sweat pooling off her, she left the room, nobody as much as glancing at her. She made her way back to her palace, sending summons to the Earthly God Erebus. 

Together, they entered her garden, which was maintained by the power of eternity, she spoke quietly. ‘‘My incarnation unexpectedly passed on Earth. I need one of its deities to find out what happened-,’’she hesitated for a moment, letting their eyes meet, before continuing, ‘’-please.’’

His response was only a nod, turning around, he shot out of the Realm to investigate. Ouyzette sighed, still in pain she could feel her powers were dangerously low, she needed to be careful, the potential of her existence being threatened by a mere overuse was too likely. She continued to look around the garden for the little time she would wait for his return.

A sound from behind her caused her to turn sharply, Erebus had slipped on his landing. A now-flattened pool of roses was now spread out beneath him. He grinned slightly, and Ouyzette could only roll her eyes, ordinarily this would be a usual sight, but to Erebus, it was a beautiful display, her golden irises seemingly bringing down lightning from just a gleam of the eyes. It made him slightly jealous of her, having such strong divine blood that she was able to emulate such wonder from her looks alone. His own eyes shone only like amber, a downgrade from hers which sparkled so much unlike her now muted self.

‘‘What news do you bring?’’

Head tilting at her serene voice, he spoke,’’I believe Nes had died from disease in 2032, the Gregorian Calendar, an ordinary and natural mortal death, however unlikely it was to occur.’’

She inhaled sharply, ‘’And what was Gaia doing whilst this happened? Were we not in an agreement for her protection?’’

‘’Ouyzette, I hate to point it out but at this point even Gaia has long since begun to slumber,’’he grimaced slightly,’’It also seems like the incarnation had a child before passing.. a son, who recently celebrated his 12th.’’

‘‘I suppose It would be prudent to keep watch of that child then. Tell me Erebus, is he well?’’

‘‘It seems like he has been taken in by a close friend of your incarnation, and is well looked after.’’

She hummed in reply, observing the possibilities that would stem from one child alone. The extent of which she did not know, but she could sense a shift of tides. Perhaps this was opportune for her own dimension, the thought of this made her smile slightly. She turned to Erebus. The breeze had long since stopped her hair from clinging to her. It was now flowing gracefully around her, curling around her legs and intertwining with the thin luminescent robe she wore, ‘‘Ensure that I'm told about any events pertaining to him. That child.. he may be what was missing.’’

Erebus’s eyes widened in shock at the insinuation of such a thing, he was well informed, as one of the few within Ouyzette’s inner circle, after a few seconds he managed to breathe out, ‘’I will, even unasked I would have.’’

Ouyzette waved her hand, dismissing in response. He left, wanting to stay and protest but he knew Ouyzette wouldn’t allow it. Alone, she thought that it seemed like it was pre-eminent that she should return to Meledai after so long. She smiled widely before disappearing too, leaving Wyendhal to its own devices, the Water Lord and his minions be damned.