The Legacy of the Trinity

by Paura Nightshade

Three is sacredly special. Any more or less is superficial. One to control life and death. One whom holds of all worlds its breath. And One whom all abilities spring to the date. If they perish, the death of all unique life is its fate. SORRY undergoing major rewrite

Prologue

Three crystal statues reside in the middle of Warfang. The dragon statues are unique in their own way. The centermost statue is clearly male. The color is not visible but swirling patterns are clearly seen. Proud horns curve downward at an impressive length. Odd antennae curve upward from the end of the snout accompanied by a single horn. The edges of wings tipped with spikes seek to encompass the other two statues. The scythe tipped tail is suspended in air. This particular statue was dubbed a name. He is called Abbdon. The other two statues are female. The one on the right is most awe inspiring. She has eight ivory horns, the top pair curved upward at a jaw-dropping length, the rest curved down. A long narrow snout housing long needle thin teeth seemed to give a slow sad smile. Huge wings with long narrow spikes seem too defensive and intimidating. A crystal edged rattlesnake like blade hung suspended in midair. She is called Azrael. The last statue on the left looks incredibly fragile. Wings easily three times the size of the body lay half folded against her, and crown of three horns rest on her head. A long delicate muzzle containing vicious serrated teeth was frozen in mid hiss. The long sinewy body curled around the other two dragon statues. The tail ended in a spikey whip that stretched the length of her long fragile-looking claws. She, the greatest and most venerable of the three, is named Armageddon. Should one or any of these great beings perish all related abilities and things related to them will die along with them.