(Pabbi's POV)

"Silly old fool" I thought to myself, as I made my way underground to the shrine of the earth stone. "Letting your mind go, and falling into the curse. Anna is just as deserving of the honor as anyone else, and Elsa is learning." As I continued to descend, I stopped thinking and allowed myself to focus on the pain growing in my leg, and the power swirling in my breast.

"Looks like being old isn't just affecting my mind" I chuckled to myself as I continued to descend. Each step bringing agony to my overexerted muscles. "One would have thought being a supreme being of the ea- No! You can't let yourself think in that manner. It is this narcissistic indulgence that claimed the others, and I cannot let myself be taken by the war again."

Instead of settling into the old argument, I thought back to the day which Pax Deorum was formed, and we were instructed by solis himself of the difficulty. Despite my other memories faltering, i remember what he said with pristine clarity, as if his words were a small sun resting in the center of my thoughts.

He said, "Children of war, I see now that you are far stronger than your counterparts, as you have refused to indulge your basic desires. I commend your efforts, and wish to ask of your help. My power in this world is fading quickly, as the battle rages. If this realm is to survive, the four twisted ones must all fail. To counteract their selfish goal, I hereby declare thee Pax Deorum defenders of the light.

"Pabbi, you have the first task, and it is incredibly important. You must travel to the northern point, where the earth spread from nothing. There you will reside until the four heroes come forth. The first of the four will experience near death on her third birthday. you must not let her succumb to the frost. Many years later the world itself will freeze, and it is up to you to save her once again. Two years after that, she will develop powers of her own. She must not learn the true nature of her gifts immediately, create a facade for her to believe. The next day she will almost kill another must save this hero as well. If you can do these things, and keep your mind free of the vile, corrupting thoughts, then your task is complete."

I recalled his speech the night that the young girl brought her sister before me. It was at that moment that the first blow against the corrupt gods was struck. Two heroes were saved from their grasp, and both survived to adulthood. The third was far more difficult, as saving them was nearly impossible to do. Although I did, and they are prepared to rejoin the world and take their place as the third hero of legend.

As I completed this final thought, I stepped off of the final step into a small room. It was a compact space about five feet high, with an emerald floating in the center of the room. It was easily two feet wide and four feet tall. This was the sacred earth stone that gave me my power, and being near it filled me with an enjoyable vigor. Upon inspecting the room further, I saw a huddle mass lying upon a cot. Blankets covered it despite the intense heat, and I felt nervous just looking at it. If I hadn't reacted when I did, the third hero would be dead and the world lost.

I was just about to touch it, when it rolled over. Then Kristoff opened his now emerald eyes.

Author's note- I actually have had this planned for a while now, that's why i made such a big deal about all of the messages I got about kristoff being dead. In a few days I'm going to get some time off, so that means better, longer stories. (Warning, when I say better, I mean that I will have time to proofread, not that I'll magically stop writing at a third grade (Primary School) level.)