Prologue

Legends.

Are they simply old tales? Fantasy? Warnings, perhaps? An old fool's tale to explain the unexplainable? Or maybe they are just that, tales, stories, make believe. At least… That's what they want you to think. The truth is there, hidden in plain sight. Only those who dare to wonder will discover the truth. The way fate has so magically intertwined the destinies of so many in such beautiful, harmonious, yet chaotic, ways. If ever looked into, you'll find a treasure trove of wonders hidden amongst the plain sight we know as legends, folk lore, stories. Even though they are true, try not to wonder in too deep, you'll be sucked in with no escape. Trust me, I've been there. So how am I here now, you might wonder? The truth is, I'm not. This is actually written here, in the past, so-to-speak. As a reminder for all in the future, heed my warnings, or history will repeat itself. Here in my library is a recollection of all these wonderful tales of so many amazing people and their stories. Hopefully, though reading them you will understand the truth and reality of everything that occurred in this time and possibly, pass them down. So please, before you begin, remember that, no matter what you say or do, everything that is about to happen already has. Fate will do its job, wrong the rights and reward the kindness of everyone. From one of time's keepers to another-

Stay safe,

don't lose sight of yourself, and

remember who you are.

Chapter 1-

"There is a tale…

One passed down, throughout generations.A prophecy of sorts. Of 3 men who will change the course of our history forever. Be it for the better of the worst, that is for fate to decide...

There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. With an immense temper, yet the kindest of hearts, He will tear the city down. But will be gravely misunderstood. He is said to bear some kind of mark, a scar perhaps. As the story goes, he will be one of the most courageous and brave person to ever exist despite his own appearance.``

"That's stupid, just what kind of a story is this?" The dirty-blonde haired 12 year old interrupted.

"Shut up Tommy, he was just starting!" The older, brunette countered, obviously upset by the sudden interjection.

"You're both idiots. Dad, tell them to stop fighting, so we can continue." The eldest, around 15, with shoulder length pink hair retorted in his monotone voice, seemingly unbothered by their quarrel.

The man, around his late 20's, was dressed in a rather peculiar fashion. He had a green and white striped bucket hat that sat upon his blonde hair. He wore dark pants and a white shirt with a long, dark green coat. He chuckled at the small children's squabble.

"Now, Now, no need for arguing! Tommy, be a lass and wait until the story is over to talk,yeah?" He smiled warmly at his 3 kids, knowing that someday they will have to face the harsh reality of the cruel world they lived in.

"Alright,Alright, i'll be quiet." he said with a pout.

After clearing his throat, he began again, "There will come a poet whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue. From behind his hidden mask and bring end to chaos in the world by revealing the truths of many in his miraculous poems…And finally There will come a ruler who will bring peace to the kingdom and create equality for all. Said to have risen from the depths of despair, and the evildoings of war."No one knows who they are or when this prophecy will happen, but it is said that amongst all of the people, these are the strongest, who will have to endure many challenges and hardships to become so powerful.``

Tommy rolled his eyes and stood up."Pft-strongest? I could probably beat them with both of my hands tied behind my back!" He pulled a small wooden sword from a scabbard that was tied to his waist. Tommy parried with an imaginary enemy while dodging his enemies' attacks.

"Hyah!"

Wilbur stood up, and took hold of his younger brother's sword.

"Tommy...you can't even beat me nor Techno in a duel, how do you expect to be stronger than a prophetic hero?" Wil held Tommy's sword out of reach, lowering it down and then pulling it up at the last second. Techno and Phil basked in the homely feeling of their bickering while watching as the sun began to set. It's ombre colors fading into darkness with each passing minute. Phil stood up, getting both Tommy's and Wilbur's attention in the process. Looking out, over the horizon, Phil put his hand on his hips, stretched his wings, and took a deep breath. "...welp, it's gettin little late now... We should wash up and get dinner ready." He glanced at his 3 sons who all agreed for what seemed like the first time all day.

Philza Pov:

We walked through the town, greeting our friends and neighbors all the while. I looked around and smiled at my son's as they play fought and bickered. Tommy ran around excitedly slashing at any object or person who dared get in his way, waving at Toby, his best friend. Wilbur calmly walked after him next to Techno. Wil is a lot more introverted than Tommy is and had a lot less friends. His closest friend is probably Niki. While Techno walks by his side, nose buried in a book. Techno, my eldest, is probably considered the lonner. He sort of does his own thing without a care in the world. It's actually a really impressive feat considering his young age. Despite how much I love all of my little sprouts to death… they are also notorious around town for all the trouble they get into. There is not a single in person in town who hasn't heard of Philza and his troublesome trio. I chuckled to myself wondering at what a strange group we made up.

We finally arrived home and I lit the fire to begin preparations for my famous potatoes,porkchop, and carrots stew, All 3 of my kids' favourites.

"Wil, be a lass and mince some mushrooms. Tech, potatoes please. And tommy…" He stopped bouncing off the walls and stared at me curiously.

I looked at my little trouble maker. "Set the table." I added with a smile that I couldn't help but make whenever I looked at my 3 sons.

(Half an hour later)

"That was delicious Pa!" Tommy exclaimed while rubbing his stomach, very content. Wilbur very gently cleaned his mouth and began clearing the table with a smile. Techno, still off somewhere in his book, drank from the very classy silver chalice with his left hand.

With bellies full of food, and hearts feeling content, everyone set off to bed. Not knowing that this will be the last time that they would all be together...

A few hours after falling asleep, Phil was awoken by a commotion, a light amount of chatter seemingly coming from the village. After quickly recollecting himself, Philza got up to investigate. He scurried down the stairs and cautiously looked out the window. What he saw will forever haunt him, the scene of chaos. Blood running through the very streets they would walk down, a flame blaring and burning down the homes of their beloved. Screams, and crying, from the living people mourning losses of their families.

The war had finally reached them.