Red Sun (1)

A fortnight after leaving Ny Sar.

Westeros, King's Landing.

"You are supposed to be my Master of Whispers!" Robert shouted, "What the fuck use are you if you can't keep track of a fucking barbarian!"

The Small Council was silent.

"I have news from Ny Sar..."

"The fuck with Ny Sar!" Robert shouted, "That barbarian is planning something! You all think I'm mad, but he is coming after us! The Targaryen Wife, Returning Nymeros to Rhoyne, Many in Dorne and around Westeros are fleeing to their ancestral land. His 'good will' letter. He can not be trusted."

Ned Stark shared a few glances with his fellow council members. Nothing indicated that Zhano was aiming at Westeros. On the contrary, Zhano had stopped attacking free cities, and trade had reopened with Ny Sar and House of Mopatis' Dragon's Hearth. After Illyrio heard of Norvos' name change, he also wanted to change his city's name.

Despite the change of rulership in Dorne and their new line of succession, Dorne remained well-mannered and focused on trade. Even Oberyn's new interest in purchasing ancient text for his children was nothing of alarm. When a marriage proposal was sent from House Martell, openly considered aligned with Zhano, it seemed Zhano wanted peace more. After all, he sacrificed the pride of a Dornishman like Doran Martell by sending his son to be a matrilocal husband.

Still, while Robert openly showed his concern, only three men on the small council shared the same inclinations, though they never voiced it. Aside from his concern, Robert was becoming a model king.

"Robert, you should calm down. Our envoys should soon meet this Khal Zhano in YiTi. We should only draw conjectures after their report." said Ned, "Now, on to the matter of the Royal Boar Hunting Tournament."

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Later that night, in the bowels of the red keep, the King's Master of Whispers was meeting a familiar man and having a heated conversation.

"What does the mean for us!?" Varys asked, "We can't quit now. And I'm certain that little finger is up to something. But after the Khal's 'attack,' everyone has become tight-lipped and secretive."

Varys is a plump, bald, and effeminate eunuch. He has soft white hands. He powders his face and smells of lavender, lilacs, and rosewater. But beneath that appearance, the man is shrewd and forged from hard origins.

"Nothing!" Illyrio growled, "I wouldn't be surprised if that bitch, Mellario, had already informed the Khal of my absence. The Khal...he has more plans than I ever could, Varys. These House City structures are designed to keep us prisoners in the chains of freedom."

Varys was internally shaken as he had never seen his friend so exhausted.

"Drogo, the dragon eggs, Pentos, Norvos, House Nymero Martell, all of it. I never saw him coming. The power of his pen shook the seven kingdoms from abroad. Varys, the Khal is dangerous, and the more you think you see through him, the blinder you actually are. I came to tell you that I am now Illyrio Mopatis of House Mopatis of the Dothraki Empire. The words we once shared, forget them. Daenerys Targaryen is out of the game, which means I am too."

"Illryio, there is no coming back," said Varys.

"Only a fool would scheme with Oberon in the sky." Illyrio thought of the bird never seen but always at Zhano's side. "But a word of advice, take the proposal from House Martell and sure up alliances. Goodbye, Varys."

"Wait!" Varys called out, "The Khal, does he really not see the seven kingdoms?"

"His eyes are inward," Illyrio replied.

'Sure up alliances?' Varys thought, 'Maybe it is time for a new maneuver.'

After leaving, the Red Keep, Illyrio rushed to his ship and set sail with a devious smile on his face.

"Lord Mopatis, you seem well." a woman scantly dressed spoke will, bringing wine to her lord.

"That's because our Khal is a terrifying man. " Illryio replied vaguely as he recounted the letter he received from Mellario after Zhano left Ny Sar.

Reading the letter was like staring into the eyes of God. Zhano, know it all. And it was because of that letter that Varys only received minimal news from Essos, and Illyrio had personally visited to redirect the Master of Whispers.

"I wonder what's next?" Illryio asked himself.

"Lord, The Khal wishes for you to take control of the Golden Company. We plan to issue eight contracts between Ny Sar and us along..."

"I fucking know. You sure know how to kill the damn mood." Illyrio lashed out, "Stupid fucking whore. Set course for Myr!"

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A fortnight after leaving Ny Sar.

Essos, Ny Sar

"Aunt Mellario." Obara spoke, "They've arrived."

"Who?" Mellario asked as her days and meeting had long blended together.

"HIM," Obara replied.

"What? instead of a letter, he arrived himself?" Mellario was shocked, "Clear and seal the keep and let him in."

Obara nodded and rushed off. A few moments later, a tall man with a strong physique and greying hair walked into the room.

"Sealord Ferrego Antaryon, I didn't expect you to come in person," said Mellario.

"And I expected to see the Blood Fire Khal Zhano. He is the epitome of evil in my people's eyes, yet this evil has become my light." Ferrego spoke with disgust at himself.

"I don't understand."

"The letter your messenger sent me. Do you know its contents?" Ferrego asked, "Pour me a drink and let's talk. I fear that not even you know the true depths of the man you serve."

Once seated, Mellario and Ferggo shared a drink, analyzing each other.

"Did you know that there is an illness that turns your body into its worst enemy?" Ferrego asked, "It starts in the stomach and stays if you're lucky. From there, it travels to your organs and kills you slowly."

"Is that what you have?" Mellario asked.

"Aye. That Khal of yours. I don't know how he did it. But he called it. He didn't guess my illness, but he knew I was sick with an illness that would take me in the coming years. Sooner rather than later." said Ferrego.

"Maybe there's a traitor in your camp."

"Haha! To hell with your conjecture. I tortured my physician and first sword to death. And still, they swore loyalty. The Khal wields more than fire magic, and it is terrifying. He promised to heal me. More years of life and freedom from this cursed seat of Sealord once he conquers Braavos. Honestly, I don't believe any man can conquer Braavos, but I am not ready to die. Not today, tomorrow, or ten years from now."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that I brought the payment the Khal has asked for in return. I'm willing to test the mythical knowledge of medicine he says that he possesses. I seek passage to Vaes Dothrak."

Mellario stared at the Sealord of Braavos. The truth is terrifying; she knew that Zhano wielded it like a weapon. But still, how did Zhano of all people acquire truths from the seven kingdoms and Braavos?

"I'll send you right away." Mellario told him, "However, the Dothraki Sea is wildly dangerous these days."

"I have complete confidence in my men." the Sealord replied.

"But I also have twenty-four thousand ways to disappoint you." Mellario spoke lightly, "Sealord, you just said that you don't plan to die anytime soon. I merely wish to help you in this endeavor."

The Sealord looked at Mellario's sweet smile and saw evil. He weighed his options and hoped the Blood Fire Khal was truly as feared as the reports said. If he was, the sea lord figured Mellario wouldn't dare overstep.

"Hahaha, a good woman indeed. How could ever thank you for such aide, Princess Mellario?" the Sealord asked.

"Quite simple, actually. House Nymeros Martell has debt to the Iron Bank. See that it is handled. Finally, your harbors are the best harbors to build a mass of ships noticed. Do you say that we are the epitome of evil? Well, now you're sitting in the land of demons, and if you want to live, you must deal."

Ferrgo gulped. "They say he rides the greatest of Sleipnir with a woman touched by the medicine god, a witch with fire hair from Asshai, an unburnt Targaryen, and three dragon eggs. Is it true?"

Mellario rose from her seat and walked to the window. She overlooked the city that belonged to her as she asked, "What does it matter?"

Ferrgo sighed to himself. "It is the Sealord's job to predict the way. It keeps money flowing and Braavos strong. Over the years, the Sealords have had many hobbies. A Sealord named Vaatran Haymich dedicated his life to the long night. It was he who constructed the Holy Refuge for forgotten gods...

During his life, he invested a lot of money into searching for ruins. His greatest find was three things: a fragmented tablet, a tome from the freehold, and an ancient dildo made of dragon bone. The tablet spoke of the fall of ancient powers with the coming of a bleeding star. The tome was the song of ice and fire."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Mellario asked.

"Everything. Your Khal is a walking convergence of three prophecies. I said a man would never conquer Braavos, but a god on earth just might. How many ships do you need?" Ferrgo asked.

"Uhh... 100 Longships, ten hulks, 200 war galleys, and 50 swan ships." Mellario rattled off, "Within the year."

"Deal. But If I don't return to Braavos within the year, the Braavosi will man those ships. They will wipe Dragon's Hearth and Ny Sar off the map. Then they'll attack the Dothraki Sea." Ferrgo swore.

"Whats fated will come," Mellario replied.

On this day, Mellario decided to play her part to the fullest. Three hundred seventy ships and more to come with a financially free Drone. Zhano wanted a Navy, and she laid a foundation for a massive one. But still, she felt uneasy with Ferrgo's words. Not his promise of doom but his words of prophecy.

Having already asked for so much, Mellario didn't ask to see the fragmented tablet or the song of ice and fire. Instead, she designated a thousand Dothraki horselords to escort Ferrgo to Vaes Dothrak as fast as possible.

On the day of Ferrgo's departure, he sent a bird to the Sealord's palace in Braavos, keeping his promise of 370 ships. At the same time, Mellario sent out birds to the temples of Braavos for priests and priestesses and a letter to Dorne and House Velaryon with a scheme that would one day bring tears of joy to Zhano's eyes.

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A fortnight after leaving Ny Sar.

Essos, Road to Vaes Dothrak.

Zhano and his Khalassar traveled for days, crossing three rivers and transversing hills before stepping into the lands that once belonged to the ancient Kingdom of Sarnor. Zhano was tight on time and chose the route least traveled.

Instead of going south through the forest of Qohor and using the old Vallaryian roads, Zhano traveled east from Ny Sar, putting him in northern Sarnor on the old Valryian road from Saath to Vae Kahdokh. It also cut his time in half.

From the old Valeryin road from Saath, Zhandecided to keep east and left the road behind. The Khalassar journeyed for a few days before stopping at the River Sarne.

When Zhano had given the order to rest for a while, the entire Khalassar dropped. And to make sure the horses didn't die, Nemeyse used her authority over the race to lead them to the riverside and care for them until they recuperated.

"Blood of my blood, don't you think you are pushing everyone too hard," said Sharo.

"Did my mother send you?" Zhano asked as he squatted beside the river and watched it flow from north to south.

"No, I sent myself. The houses are half dead, and the people are exhausted." said Sharo, "If are Khalassar was normal."

"But we aren't." said Zhano, "Nemeyse is caring after the horse. There's enough food and water for everyone to regain their strength. When the time comes, there will only be one Khalassar, and this is how we will move. Do you see them?"

Zhano pointed at the unsullied. Sharo turned his head and found the men standing tall with their spears, unphased and unmoving.

"If our warriors could gain half of their discipline, strength, and endurance, we will become far greater than our ancestors ever were," Zhano spoke.

"So this is training?" Sharo asked.

"Even our women and children will become a force of nature. " Zhano spoke as he refocused on his reflection, "And we have to arrive before it comes."

Zhano whispered the latter part of the speech, and Sharo took this as a sign that Zhano had plans of his own for himself. Zhano then looked up at the sky and wondered how mystical the world was.

"Sharo, build a big fire and take some men to go hunt. Tonight we feast." Zhano finished before striping and into the river with a dagger in hand.

Zhano swam for a while and enjoyed the feeling. He was weightless in the water and felt like nothing else in the world mattered as if time had stopped for a moment. When he had enough, he dived deep and swam around, catching fat fish.

Catch, resurface, catch resurface, and repeat. Zhano had placed at least thirteen varying fish on the river bank and went down for one more. He wanted to push himself and swim deeper than he had the last thirteen times.

All ways well as he occasionally released a bit of air from his lungs while constantly parting water and kicking himself into the depths of the ancient river. Suddenly, a current caught him, but it was unlike anything he had ever experienced in two lives.

A force had hit him from behind, indicating that the current had begun to flow from south to north. It pulled him deeper, and the water chilled to bone-piercing temperature.

'fuck,' he thought while igniting his internal flame to protect himself from the river's chills.

On the surface, the hunting party had returned, and the feast was already going as music played and the people danced. No one worried about Zhano's absence, and rightly so. He was the blood fire Khal, unifier of the Dothraki Sea, and many had watched him slaughter hundreds.

But there was one who awaited Zhano's appearance. And she waited and waited. But it wasn't in her nature to wait. So once she felt she had compromised enough, she sought him out.

"Arianne, where are you going?" Tyene asked once she noticed her cousin pushing her food aside to rise from her seat.

"For a walk..." Arianne replied, "I'll be back shortly."

Arianne looked around and then snuck off to the Khal's tent. When she arrived, it was empty.

"Where the fuck are you?" she sighed.

She then raised an eyebrow. A thought popped into her head.

"Nemeyse," she murmured.

Arianne began to walk to the horse when a large bird screeched, swooped down, and latched on to her shoulder. An instant later, Oberon pulled Arianne off her feet and dropped her on her ass.

"Ahh! Fuck!" she groaned.

She snapped around and stared at Oberon blankly before the bird took off. Arianne looked in the direction of the horses and then decided to follow Zhano's Golden Eagle. Arianne raced after the bird and arrived at the river bank cluttered with fish.

Arianne bent at the knees, touched the fish, and felt its warm flesh. It was obvious the fish had been there for a while. Arianne, having never seen the true depths of Zhano's prowess, began to worry. She looked and saw no signs of struggle, but as the sun prepared to leave the world and the moon arrived, dusk hit the golden fathers of Oberon in a way that dazzled Arianne.

She watched the Golden Eagles fly in circles above the water. And like the Eagle for a moment, she saw a light at the bottom of the river. It shinned with aquamarine radiance, and Arianne somehow knew what to do.

She shed her clothes and wrapped her braid into a wheel around her head. Once it was pinned, she dived in and swam to light as it dimmed. She swam harder than she ever had before then the current pulled her in.

Meanwhile, Zhano floated before a carp larger than a full-grown man. The carp floated above an aquamarine gem lodged between two stones with ancient writing. It was older than Valayrian, this Zhano knew.

Zhano moved left, and the carp followed him. He moved right, and the carp moved again. Zhano didn't have much time, so he threw caution to the wind. A burst of flames heated the ice-cold water, and a haze was produced before Zhano attacked with his dagger. He and the giant carp tussled, and Zhano experienced the hardest battle of his life.

He was out of his element, and the carp was bitterly a fish in water. The battle raged, and Zhano felt the carp was toying with him. Zhano was enraged and began to use his flame despite the hindrance it caused.

But the hindrance was quickly cleared up, and Zhano witnessed the carp sending a torrent of water into his chest with the flick of its tail. Zhano was flabergasted. Never had he seen a beast with magic aside from the sleep it, a creature wished to be inserted into the world.

Now before his eyes was a creature aside from dragons, just as ferocious and magical. But he didn't falter. Instead, he ignited and burned like had never burned.

At the same time, Arianne arrived and reached a point of freezing to death when she spotted the Zhano's fire covering him like divine armor. So dazzle and warm, like a sun beneath the waves that held her tightly in its bosom.

'More!' Zhano shouted in his heart.

His great inferno burned a pocket space beneath the river. His feet touched the river bed as the water was pulled around the carp, forming a domain of its own.

A battle of elements raged on. Fire and water clashed.

'Enough!' Zhano's thoughts boomed as his power hit a new low and tapped into something primal.

While Zhano was unaware, Arianne had the urge to pay homage.

Zhano's hand formed a claw and clutched air as the river bed cracked and spewed molten fire. The carp's protective water glob never stood a chance as it collapsed and left the carp vulnerable.

In a blink. The fire had murdered the beast, and the pocket space imploded with the fall of Zhano's power.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of Arianne washing into his space. Quickly reaching out, he snatched the princess by her hair and pulled her close. Unfortunately, the rush had knocked the air from her lungs, and she had taken in water.

'Fuck…' he thought, 'what the hell is she doing here?'

'Hmm!?' Zhano's eyes snapped open as the jewel the carp was protecting had begun to float freely once Zhano cracked the river bed.

One, jewels don't float, and secondly, they don't hum. Instinct took over, and a firewall was conjured and shattered instantly as the jeweled diadem erupted with magical radiance and swallowed Arianne, snatching her from Zhano's arms.

Zhano attacked the prison with all his might, but it was utterly useless, like a child fighting a titan.

Zhano quickly noticed how the water and diadem acted with Arianne and the changes that followed. The scene was all too familiar. It was like when he met Hephaestus and claimed his power as a demigod.

Zhano became confused and worried. He asked himself how and why. But after many years on the Planetos, Zhano knew that there were many things in the world that was a mystery. Things that were never explained in canon or merely brushed over with little to no explanation.

Zhano had taken Arianne Martell far away from Dorne when she was supposed to remain. He killed Drogo and snatched Daenerys Targaryen, and while she and the Khalassar were supposed to be taking the old Valaryian Roads, Zhano had taken the road least traveled at a faster pace. For all he knew, the mystery of the lake could have always been there waiting for that destined person like the dragon eggs from Asshai. A destiny always meant for Arianne.

Within the watery globe, a mirage played as Arianne was reforged from toe to head. As the smelting progressed, Zhano tried hard to witness history with enhanced eyes, peering through the watery haze. But the more the haze cleared, the fuzzier the images became.

'This is definitely divine. But what the hell could be here? A river in the middle of Sarnor.' Zhano asked himself while the answer was being shown to Arianne.

"Where am I?" Arianne asked the many people who passed her on the ancient streets of a grand city, unlike anything she had ever seen. Everyone was dressed in the finest fabric. Many rode wild beasts; some rode Dragons, Golden white eagles, and flaming or thundering birds.

It was a magical world that smelled of the ocean, full of prosperity and light. When Arianne finally gave up trying to be acknowledged, she ventured into the streets and passed wizards, witches, and warriors.

She notice that everyone carried Valryion steel weapons and armor. And some even carried weapons of an unknown make that could unleash the magic sealed in the runes etched into them. Arianne walked for hours and learned so much as her perspective of the world changed.

"This is what we're missing. This is why we err," she murmured.

Eventually, Arianne arrived at a great palace with a statue of a woman made of water and a golden feathered eagle man waltzing at the top of the steppes. At that moment, she was finally acknowledged.

The eagle man and water woman stopped, and their eyes pierced through Arianne's very being. Causing her to collapse.

The eagle man screeched, and the void shook. The woman moved, and Arianne was spirited away by the wave of the world only to reappear above a city floating on the ocean in the middle of...

"Essos..." Arianne gasped.

"Is that what it's called now?" the woman asked.

"It should be called Realm of the Stallion. My brother obviously has the upper hand." the eagle man spoke next.

"Where am I? Who are you? How.."

"Silence..." the woman commanded, and the world became soundless.

"Girl, do you not know your beginnings?" the woman asked.

"Do you not know your end?" the Eagle man asked.

"Allow us to show you." the couple spoke in unison as a red comet blazed over Planetos and the floating cities of the world shattered and sunk.

Water dragon massive, tyrannical, and exuding divinity erupted from the abyss as a grand Golden Roc descended from the heavens.

Upon the cities, six queens transformed into water serpents and joined the sea dragon, while the seventh queen was cloaked by the world's most powerful mages of the time. The seventh queen spirited away a seven-year-old boy and newborn baby girl.

The Seventh queen left them in the care of a mortal king and returned to fight alongside her sisters, mother, and father. A battle of gods raged on for 100 years until a great hand descended and slapped them into a cosmic prison.

Meanwhile, in the mortal realm, the son of the seventh queen took many wives and their descendants became tall men. But he was ultimately a boy with the power of his godly mother or wizard father.

On the contrary, it was the bastard daughter that wielded the power of the rivers at will. This copper-skinned girl was cast aside by her half-brother and left to die in the wilderness. However, she flourished. And when Essos experienced a great drought, she split the western lands, and the ocean rushed forth as she turned the water fresh.

After eating a local lord, she gave herself to him and taught the people the ways of water and earth. She performed miracles and protected her people for centuries until she vanished. But her blood lived on, and so did her name, Mother Rhoyne.

"Atilliana Rhoyne was my granddaughter and your foremother. Her blood runs through the principalities of Rhoyne. And upon your head is her mother's diadem. It was that diadem that allowed the Sarne river and three great lakes to remain after the inner ocean of the Fisher Queens' Realm vanished." the water woman explained.

"But we did not make this choice lightly." the eagle man interjected, "As the comet draws near, the seals weaken. And because of the prophecy, it comes in a hurry. With the mortal world and our prison world connected, we have limited power. But enough to choose a sword to set us free. Daenerys Targaryen, Nemryia Sand, and you. I preferred the dragon girl though her blood was a lot thinner."

"I liked Nymeria." the woman added.

"Then why me?" Arianne asked.

"Yes... why you..." the couple spoke in unison, "Arianne Nymeros Martell, we crown you the last Fisher Queen, Daughter of Raheb and Ibn!"

"Go forth and liberate!" said Ibn, "Fly free!"

"Go forth and conquer," said Raheb, "Tame the sea!"

"Why you!?" the divine pair spoke.

"You are the blood of our blood!" Ibn declared.

"A slumbering dragon in the deep." Rehab sang.

"A roc on the peak!"

"Your spirit free!"

"and Heart unyielding!"

"The unsheathed blade of the Ullah Family has been drawn!"

"Let the prophecy be fulfilled!"

"Pah!"

Something in the world snapped, and ripples flowed through the universe. Arianne was reborn in the river's depths, her perfection star shaming. In Zhano's arms, it felt like the world bowed to her allure. Seeing the diadem on her head and feeling its power in unison with Arianne, Zhano could only sigh and plan for what happens next.

Sometime later, Zhano pulled Arianne and the murdered carp to the river bank. He laid back with a plop and exhaled heavily. He couldn't help but look over at the unconscious Arianne in awe. Her nakedness seemed to blend with the world and appear as nature's natural beauty.

"What are you?" Zhano spoke softly to himself.

"You can't be like me. You would have sought this place out yourself. You would have shown some kind of sign." Zhano reasoned.

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At the same time, the God Realm was in chaos with Vezhof, Hephestus, Mother Rhoyne, the medicine god, and the old gods finally together, side by side.

"Which one of you cheating son of whores did this?" Akasha's voice ripped through the void.

"He knows now," said Mother Rhoyne.

"Who cares? This a loss he gave himself. He gave the story to that author. He wanted to nourish the source with the power of belief. And he turned back time for his amusement. He may be suppressing us, but we are not dead, and as long as there is a will, there is a way." the old gods spoke as one.

"Atilliana, why not Daenerys?" Vezhoff asked, and the gods looked at her.

"Arianne has always been ambitious, resourceful, broad-minded, and full of will for two lifetimes. While the world fought for a throne, she wanted to make royalty. While others wanted to fit, she wanted to create. There is a power in that girl. Something amazing, and I want to know what it is." Atilliana explained as she looked at Arianne from afar.

"Who turned the whore into a key player? And wasted our element of surprise!?" It was none other Set. An unruly bastard without a care for anything but his wellbeing.

"First, she isn't a whore. Second, she's always been a key player. To each our own, remember?" Atilliana replied, "She was always the plan. Just so happened that my pawn got the first kill."

"But Rehab and Ibn of all fucking Primal Gods!? Atilliana, Akasha sealed them second to last for a reason! And he didn't attack until after a century of wearing them down! Akasha will retaliate..." said Set.

"Set, Rehab, and Ibn aren't the only ones in that prison." said Vezhof, "Sedona is too."

"Sedona is too." Set mocked the horse god.

"You don't think I miss my family!? Atilliana, you could have waited. Or at least choose someone receptive to the world's fate who also has your blood. Like the Targaryen girl!"

"She's not a good fit, and I'm tired of defending myself." Atilliana backed away.

The group of gods continued to bicker for a while until tempers cooled. By then, a handful of other gods had joined them, and their numbers had reached twenty. But the youngest of them was curious about something.

"What's so special about Rehab and Ibn anyway?" Pan asked.

"They were the first." said Hephaestus, "Even before my grandfather. When Akasha destroyed Kronos and the other gods that shared his domain, Rehab, the dragon of the Abysall sea, attacked."

"My brother, Ibn, Roc of Space and Time, came from hiding and helped her," Vezhof added.

"And the fate was against Akasha when the Dragon God, Rehab's older brother, Dawn, awakened from his long sleep."

"Long Sleep, isn't that what Odin has?" Pan asked.

"Yes. Odin is the only god of the younger generation to take in the source. So he has long sleeps like primordial beings. Anyway, the three of them kicked Akasha's ass. But they couldn't kill him. Afterward, the three of them had to stick together, so they created planetos. It was directly tapped into three sources. Planetos was every god's wet dream. What those three cultivated was never seen before. Then two other Primordials joined." Vezhof stopped.

"My ancestors Ra." said Set, "The world calls him R'holler."

"My mother Trios, three entities that are one. Fate." A black-eyed golden-skinned goddess spoke.

"Akasha secretly planned to seal them one by one and refine their essence. And it all started by sending Apohphis to Planetos. The Great Other. He is the long night. He wreaked havoc. And while he was distracted, Akasha and his entourage became assassins. Dawn was last to fall. It's why dragons are the key to unlocking the source and returning real magic to planetos."Vezhof finished.

"Atilliana..." Pan was shivering, "Do you think that girl can really do it? Akasha won't go easy on her."

"She's not alone. And Akasha has to follow the rules. None of us can intervene. But the diadem was already in the world. Akasha's only hope is to make his will known through the Great Other and whatever artifacts are left from the war. But with comet drawing close, it's easier for the primordial to communicate through their prisons. That won't let Akasha's people move as they please." Atilliana spoke in a venomous tone at the thought of Akasha.

"He thought this was a game. Now the war begins." Vezhof spoke as he looked at all of the gods on his side.