Three unnamed figures congregate in a large dimly lit room each one sustaining a presence that could force the heavens and the earth to collide, rulers of the vast celestial domain brought into being by an indispensable need for balance, over the infinite space of Sinfine. Jupiter, a deity whose destructive power was matched by only his grace the current strongest of all the monarchs, Caelus, lazy, gloomy, and irritable in nature, and Kronos, once known as the strongest being in existence.

According to mortals, his downfall was his insatiable greed for power Which lead to him being tricked by an ancient race of humans who stole his power for themselves. As such Kronos was slowly becoming weaker. He devised a plan and manipulated his brothers to start a war against pluto, the weakest of the planetary deities. He had convinced them that she had no use in the balance of Sinfine and that her domain and power should be divided amongst them. Jupiter and Caelus were fond of the idea. and the other five deities remained unaware.

"A conspiratorial war is shameful," said Caelus  "do you have no shame?" he continued to pry. Kronos stayed silent, he knew in his current state he was no match for his brothers. Starting conflicts with them would be detrimental to his plans especially now that the outcome was within his grasp. before Caelus could instigate any further Jupiter interjected

"None of that matters now, we only exist to judge those who disrupt the balance how it is accomplished is not relevant" Kronos knew he had to say something, anything, showing weakness would result in the questioning of his true motives. suddenly Titan, The strongest servant of Kronos entered the room.

"Excuse my unpermitted entry," he bowed to the three celestial beings. "It is finished" Hearing this Kronos was delighted but his brother Jupiter was not satisfied

"what were her last words," he asked with a look of despair on his face. "

There were none" replied titan, "The report states that it was brief and without struggle, The same could not be said about her servants". There was a moment of silence. Titan smiled assuming Kronos was pleased

"And what of her upper echelon?" asked Kronos.

" four of them have been identified and killed" replied titan "but her most trusted servant is missing" Kronos erupted with anger. And attacked his servant,

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" screeched Kronos. "EVERYTHING HAS BEEN RUINED!!!" Titan could barely think to respond before an immense pressure took hold of his body, he couldn't move and time seemed to flow abnormally. The stars in the sky appeared to be accelerating forward and he felt as if he was being pulled backward he could do nothing but be helplessly tossed around the room but then Caelus grabbed Kronos by the wrist, crushing it with his grip

"Are you not satisfied?" he pretended to be infuriated with Kronos for his ungratefulness "our sister is dead we have won the war...is this not what you wanted?" Kronos was forced to maintain composure. He knew Caelus had been itching to fight him ever since he was weakened.

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"Forgive me brother" Kronos said trying to mask his resentment. Caelus released his grip, yawned, and began to leave the room. Jupiter, still distraught followed behind him.

Kronos knew the war was far from over. The survival of plutos servant meant that pluto's power was still somewhere out there and it could still be weaponized or worse. He needed something or someone who could quickly find Pluto's missing servant and get rid of them. he needed a new pawn.....

[[Joan of house Aquila a Hero of the great war abandoned her knighthood after losing her fiance in the war and became a priestess she is well known for her charitable journeys. On her way back from a journey she came across a village that had been struck with a severe illness. She was welcomed by the Villages Chief and spoke with him.]]

"It was around four months ago," said the village chief. "Our strongest mages began to lose control of their magic. A few weeks later they were all bedridden the body would purge itself of all nutrients and sustenance. their bodies would convulse rendering them lame.  Giving them food and water does more harm than good as they would just throw it all up. There is nothing to do but watch them starve to death" upon hearing this Joan was terrified. She had never heard of such a disease, "my wife and I have already begun to show early signs of this disease" the chief said quietly. He did not want anyone to know. "I just pray she lives long enough to deliver our baby".

Joan felt an immense level of conviction rise from within her. She knew she had to stay in the village and do what she could up until the very end. The following six weeks would be the most heart-wrenching soul-crushing experience Joan would have to face. In the first week a mother, killed her own child so that he would not have to suffer from the disease In the fourth-week people began dropping like flies Joan began to question whether or not it was worth staying in the village.

Despite experiencing the recoil of war firsthand. This somehow felt worse. Here she was helpless. She felt useless as there was no way to save these people. She couldn't sleep. She knew that every night, someone would close their eyes, and never open them again. In the final week, the chief's baby was due to be born. He sat up in a wooden chair in a dilapidated state. The only thing keeping him alive was his will to see his child be born. His wife was too weak to deliver the baby. Joan had to supply her with magic in order for her to have the strength.

It was a delicate process as the disease seemed to mainly attack the flow of magic which would disrupt the other functions of the body. After a few hours, the baby girl was born. She did not cry. Joan quickly swaddled the baby and let her rest in the chief's lap. She turned back to the chief's wife who was barely breathing.

"Chloe," she said weakly and her eyes drifted off as she stopped breathing. Joan held back tears as she turned back to the chief. His eyes fixated on his newly born daughter tears fell from his eyes but he was already dead. Joan reached for the baby and held it in her arms the baby was dead as well. Joan couldn't hold back her emotions. The feelings she held all the way back from the war till now exploded from within her she felt useless as if it was pointless for her to do anything anymore.

Her mind ran wild with thoughts "I should have abandoned this village, I did nothing but give them false hope. They believed in me and ive let them down" She contemplated running away, not just from the village but from everything else, never to be heard from again just then a brilliant light engulfed the room Joan could barely keep her eyes open the presence of the light felt as if it were of divine nature The heat radiating from the light felt as if it was burning her skin. Just as quickly as the light appeared it vanished. Joan stood still. The Wynorrific experience left her mind blank. in that light, she had seen colors she never knew could exist

"was it all in my head?" her thoughts were interrupted by the cries of a baby. In fact, it almost scared her that the lifeless baby that was swaddled in her arms was now breathing and perfectly healthy.