The Prophecy

The choice

 A shrill scream echoed the forming hallways. A deeply darkened god slammed into the roughly outlined room. Rats swarmed around its feet as it continued its screaming tantrum. It pulled at its veiled hat to cover the cracking mask upon its face as it moved into the now formed room. 

 "This wasn't supposed to happen!" It screeched, recounting the fall of another set. This was the eighteenth team that had failed to decide the fate of the future, dying before they had the chance. For once, The Breathings foresight had eased him that they would succeed this time. He hastily dropped into a newly formed chair of bones. 

 "Stars, fetch the gods," He screamed into the abyss. A small nebula cut through the space as the stars formed together in a slightly humanoid form. Her hair waved as an almost mane, containing infinite galaxies and universes. It nodded slightly before vanishing yet again. The rats dispersed as the angered god let down. It was clear, this was The Unspoken, god of war, pestilence and fear. His tails curled around his leg slightly, his rather large dragon marking on his leg showing, even in the deep light.

  A subtle purple light ruffled through, contrasting the deep red hue. Looking up from where he sat, he watched as The Defeater, god of deception, materialism and travel. Its mask remained modest as its large owl-like wings trailing behind. The darkly dressed god took a seat, almost across from The Unspoken. Trailing behind the deceptive god, was a much smaller cherubic goddess. The clouds, goddess of the afterlife. her mask remained ever cheerful as she hovered the ground, small white wings stably gliding just behind her. She sat directly behind The Defeater on a makeshift cloud chair that hovered just near the top of the table, accounting for her small stature.

 "how will we choose this batch?" A grating voice came from the displeasing design etched into the travel gods mask. The Unspoken's spade tipped tail lashed slightly at The Defeaters impatience and incompetence.

 "The same as the last seventeen teams we've had to choose," He scoffed at the comment, before looking back to the door that seemed eons away.

 Breaking the silence of many moments, entered three more figures. Firstly, the re-entrance of The Stars, goddess of the cosmos. She quietly walked up and summoned a moon shaped seat just next to the pestilence god. Next was The Breathing, the worlds benevolent mother, goddess of Life, Nourishment and Clairvoyance. She had a pale and calm mask that covered her face, her long sage cape dragged behind as the rooms light added a sweet green hue. she leaned down and grew a sapling to a tree with a dip for seating. the last to enter a room was a bold rocky goddess. The Gem, goddess of terra. She had a stern clay mask with slight crystals peaking out of her body and outfit. The Gem sat just next to The Breathing on her own throne of crystal.

 "Well.. this is a predicament," The Breathing spoke first, looking to the fellow gods. The Unspoken visibly tensed at The Breathings crass words. "Clouds, could you check to the status of the last three and to which realm they will reside?" She finished her sentence as she looked to the misty goddess. The Clouds looked down, as she summoned a tablet and tapped around slightly.

 "They were killed together in an ambush close to the end of their mission. They have been rewarded an extra power and will be joining us as Demigods. They will control, Duality, Gravity and luminance. They are currently reliving to control their new powers," The Clouds asserted. This was the eighteenth team to be assembled, third of which to reach a godly status. 

 The first team had consisted of The Breathing, The Unspoken and The Defeater. They lived ages ago under no god, attempting for their missions. They were created to decide the fate of the world through the worlds dragons. One of a Neutral background, one of a Negative background, and one of a positive background. They never made it far before their untimely deaths, through sacrifice. 

  Upon death, they were granted the burden and power of godly-hood; Their new mission being to complete what they started. 

 The Stars, Gem and Clouds were sculpted of their own elements in the gods image as the second attempt. Using the otherworldly ingredients made them almost gods as mortals. Alas, they never even got to meet in life by the time they died. Upon this failure, The gods decided they wouldn't interfere in creating these prophets, instead, they would choose a newborn child for the role. The Clouds was chosen to decide whether the prophets did enough to ascend to a demigod status.

 "Can we just get this over with?" The Unspoken interjected with a snide tone. The Defeater stared at him for just a few moments before waving a hand over the circular table in the middle of them. The table became transparent as it showed the life below. 

 "As per tradition, I will start." The Defeater announced, it was the one responsible for the positive party. Its hand dived into the table as the view focused to the ocean, to a town, and to a home. Within the home lay a proud father, a town healer, an exhausted mother and a child.

 "To you, dear child; I grant you the wings of the dragon," Its hand brushed the babies back, scaring them with small wings. "You will be raised alongside dragons and understand them better than anyone else. It is your job to convince all that dragons are friends and must be treated correctly." The Defeater retreated their hand from the vision before nodding to The Unspoken.

 The unspoken nodded before diving their clawed hand in. The focus zoomed into the tundra, then a village and then a home containing a village chief and dead woman.

 "Born of tragedy, arises the next in the trifecta. To you, I grant the scorn of the dragon." He swiped over the child's eye, making a scratch scar over the eye, and a burn scar trailing off the face. The child began to wail as the god retreated. "You are to be raised to hate dragons and to only know pain from them. You're job is to convince all that the dragons are foes that must be eradicated." The Unspoken pulled his hand back swiftly, before looking to The Breathing. 

 The Breathing wasted no time to diving her hand in, but what came unexpected, her hand didn't plunge into the world dominated by dragons, but instead the world with a lack of dragons; the origins. Two hands swiftly grabbed The Breathings arm. She looked up with a serene aura. 

 "Why are you trying to stop me?" She questioned. 

 "You know the origins gods wont take well to us meddling in their affairs, not to mention, there's no way for your prophet to make way to ours." The Unspoken spoke with unbelief and distain.

 "First of all, the Origins gods are too worried about whos in control to actually worry about their subjects. Second of all, The Ovicirus had to get there and mutate somehow. I know for a fact that there is someone there who will find a way to the Dragon Realm. And, there's no better Neutral party than someone who knows nothing. " She smiled slightly as the two other gods let go.

 She continued her dive, into the origins, then a city then a hospital. A room with only two mothers and a newborn daughter. 

 "Dear child, whilst you may be of the origins, I know you will grow better. I gift you the sight of the dragon," Her hand brushed the child's forehead before leaving a false eye in the place. "You will no nothing but love, and never hate. You will find your way to the Dragon Realm and join the trifecta. It is your goal to decide the fate and convince the third person. good luck, small one." Her hand pulled out softly as she looked down, her mask forming a slight smile.

 "Stars, arrange the constellations in the realm, allow for the prophets to receive our message. The nineteenth trifecta has arisen," The Defeater spoke harshly.