From What Was

A Whisp, A Warrior, A Prince.
One destined to heal,
Unbind,
But in its stead, stay broken,
Under-twined.

Another's path is to jab
And kneel,
But break under
The heel of prosperity.

The last is chosen for strength,
Diligence,
But is tragically
Curled in anguish.

These three are misaligned but bound by fate and the tragedies of before lead to the effects of their tomorrows.
The Castle of Eteñeqo is falling; the people are losing physical matter from their bodies in floating particles; the systems between kingdoms are corrupted and in eternal flames;

The dead are coming back to life.