The Chaotic Trio: LOVM

Prologue

13 Years ago

In the Feywild, there were many creatures and wonders most other beings would only hear of in tales of old.

The Plane of Faerie is a vast world that tricks unsuspecting travelers into its clutches. The fey creatures who resided there were known for their cunning treachery, and their very playful nature. Some fey were kind, and would drag people in, play with them, and release them back to their own Planes of existence, while others played until their victims became nothing but a memory.

In a place where grass speaks in tongues, and waterfalls flow upwards, absolutely anything was possible.

Even the union of a Lesser God and one of the most powerful fae in existence.

"-And you know, when I peered into your eyes of molten gold, I knew... You, a being who changes the world around you simply by existing... You, my child, are the forager of paths even I would not think possible." A woman said in a gentle tone, holding a child, a young boy, in her arms.

They were watching the landscape shift and twist at the will of the Fey.

The woman was quite tall, easily over seven feet in height, with lush brown hair that melted into an ever changing pathway behind her. Her dark skin closely resembled that of the child in her arms, and her eyes too, were wide open golden spaces, filled with nothing but love and adoration.

She was a Goddess, one of the most prominent figures in all existence.

The Prime Deity of Freedom, Change, Travel, Trade, Trickery, and Luck, Avandra. But that child only knew her as the person who raised him.

"Okay, I'm ready to try again." The boy chirped, holding onto the woman's clothing. He extended his dark grey wings, which were easily twice his size, more than big enough to carry him through the air.

The Goddess smiled at her son, lifting him to her eye level and touching their foreheads together. "That's my brave little one. Remember, Luck-"

"'-Favors the bold'." He finished for her with a quiet giggle, his feathered hands reaching out to her. His small hands had soft padding on them, to protect them from the elements.

The Goddess nodded, tilting her head towards the boy's soft palms. "A wise one, you are. Well beyond your years."

The boy's tail feathers flicked from one side to the other as he began to move his wings. He had three pairs, and all of them moved at different intervals.

One pair alone would be sufficient to lift him, but since he had three, he needed to use all three. They overlapped far too much for him to attempt flying with one anyway. He was determined to get it though.

His mother could soar through the skies without the aid of wings or feathers. That always confused him, though he never questioned it.

He took off into the inky skies, as a fish would to water. Flight came to him as easily as breathing, and his mother was always elated with the little shows he'd put on every moon cycle.

Once he was high enough in the air, the Goddess left her spot on the tree they were previously resting in and gestured towards her child. "Clover. You're distracted."

The boy's wings had begun to shimmer under the light of the moon and he was bouncing a mystical violet flame from one end of his wings to the other. It rolled like a ball along the entire width of the upper set of wings, then bounced down the the second pair, and he juggled it between the two.

Though he may have felt the ball of fire, it wasn't hot, and it wouldn't burn a single thing if dropped. It had no real function, so long as he focused on it.