Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Majora's War - Depravation

-Before Time-

Ghiradrim remembered it well, his paradise.

Twilight was chaos.

Chaos was anarchy.

Anarchy was fun.

He remembered how lowly he started. Barely a speck, but he had something other specks didn't have. He understood weakness. It was a small advantage, but it was enough to bring him ahead. He consumed his peers and rose, and grew. Their power was added to his own. Their advantages, their strengths, all the things that made them special became a part of him. He evolved. With each meal he evolved.

He was one amongst countless trillions who rose from the primordial goop and threw themselves with abandon upon anything they found in their hunger. He was one amongst millions who grew. He was one amonst thousands that stood. He was one amongst hundreds that feasted. He was one amongst five that led.

Wrath. He was as powerful and straightforward as they came. Always angry. Always fighting. Ghiradrim remembered him also to be honorable and without deceit.

Despair. He was as slothful as he was a constant. All things decay, all things die, all things despair, all things face in the inevitable. Ghiradrim also remembered him and his Twilight to be content in inevitability and yet have the strongest of wills to endure.

Ambition. He was always shifting from one thought to the next, always plotting, always counter-plotting, always questioning and analyzing and anxious. Ghiradrim also remembered him as being the smartest and most fun to toy with.

Anarchy. He was a prideful loner and despised everyone as much as they despised him, but Ghiradrim respected him for his fierce independance. He accepted no pack.

Then there was Depravation. The innate corruption of lesser beings. Their flaws. Their weakness. He was weakness itself, and so he was weak himself. Depravation was considered the weakest among them, but in their folly and pride... where did that get them?

When the Triple Goddesses came, what did their power do them?

When Courage slew Anarchy, what good was his pride?

When Wisdom slew Ambition, did not his plots fail him?

When Courage and Wisdom together slew Despair, was he as inevitable as he claimed?

And then there was Wrath...

Ghiradrim still remembered it. That battle. As their brothers fought, Din had formed of herself one who was mightier than the others. Power, they named him. Power who was to equal the mightiest among them. Yet, equal did not mean victor. Power was valiant and mighty, and he had the advantage at first, but as he fought, he came to understand the true feriocity of Wrath. As Wrath fought he grew stronger. Every wound fueled the monster, every cut and gash spurred it onto greater strength. The longer it fought the greater it was. Power very well might have been able to fight for eternity, but Depravation snuck in and aided his brother. He poured thoughts and weakness into the mind of the Divine's greatest. He instilled doubt. He invited weakness.

Were the Divine to directly step in, all would be lost, and so Depravation made a plan.

To understand Wrath, Power had to understand what Wrath was and how it had grown to be strong. Then Deprevation invited a thought. It was a single thought. A single idea. But it was enough.

What if Power could do the same? What if Wrath's power, was Power's power?

In a moment of weakness, Power did not fight Wrath as he had before, and fought him as one of his own kind would.