Three Kings' World

Prologue

On top of the ziggurat, the lone king stood. Surrounding him was his city, his city that was once lively and full of happiness, now engulfed in flames and flooded by blood. The once cold air turned warm and foul from the destruction.

Before the lone king stood the Primordial Mother, Tiamat, her gigantic body and magnificent onyx horns decorated the scene. Even while bombarded by hundreds of weapons at a time, she stood tall, unwavering against the demigod king.

All of a sudden, a bright light shone from Tiamat's eyes. Gilgamesh knew what was going to happen, and he could only say two words,

"Damn it..."

Black engulfed his vision, and he no longer felt his body. It was a strange feeling-dying- even for a demigod king. He no longer felt his fingers or his eyes; It was a feeling similar to numbness, yet it was completely different.

He was expecting to feel bad from it, like utter trash for failing his duties. However, it surprised him when he felt calm instead of angry and self-hatred.

Ironic, he thought, that he, the arrogant demigod King of Heroes who defied the gods, is calm when he failed one task. He laughed mentally, as he had no mouth to laugh.

His laugh was cut short by a bright light appearing in front of him. He suddenly became wary, and he went on full alert. Suddenly, the light moved; it expanded in size. Gilgamesh mentally raised an eyebrow.

It only took him a second to figure it out. He was pulled by the light, yet, he felt no force being applied anywhere. He was still wary of the light, but curiosity overpowered his wariness, and he mentally raised an eyebrow as the light approached him.

Once the light fully engulfed his vision, he felt his body again. He opened his eyes, and he was greeted by a blue sky and white clouds. The air that pushed against his body felt... normal.

He moved his fingers, gripping the grass that he was laying on. Then he pinched his forearm, to verify that this wasn't a dream made to keep his hopes up.

A sharp pain spread across his forearm as he pinched, meaning he wasn't in a dream. He sat up and examined his surroundings. He was in a small clearing, surrounded by a vast forest. Looking at himself, he realized that he was naked, he summoned a gate, and from it came a set of clothes.

He sported a black jacket, on top of a white shirt and black pants. He examined his surroundings again, and he spotted a narrow path carved from foliage. As he was about to walk towards it, his head suddenly ached, and information flooded his mind.

His treasures, instead of there being only staffs and wands, all of his weapons were now back in his treasury. The headache was gone as soon as it came, and he quickly opened a gate and summoned forth a sword.

How? He thought. He had given all of his weapons, excluding those that require magecraft, to his people, so how were those same weapons back in his treasury?

Sighing, he shook his head, telling himself that he would try to find the reason for such a phenomenon later. He summoned Vimana from his treasury and flew high enough that the clouds barely grazed his head.

This isn't Mesopotamia, he thought. He didn't recognize the forests and landscape, and he surely didn't recognize the floating mass of land. Sighing once again, he tried activating Sha Naqba Imuru, however, its presence was no longer there-he could no longer feel his noble phantasm.

Had someone summoned him here? What was his purpose for being here? Why was his noble phantasm gone?

Several questions plagued his thoughts, but he pushed them to the back of his mind and flew to the floating mass of land. However...

A/N: Yes, I'm back, I somehow regained motivation to write this. I know its a short chapter, a really short chapter compared to my usual 2k-4k word chapters, but cry about it, it's a prologue, next chap will be longer... I think, anyways, bye.