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The Legend There were three. Three women, different in their desires, different in soul and mind. Three strong wills, rising to meet the power of men, paving their way towards their goals. Paving a road with the sword of dawn, the magic of dusk and the dagger of starlight.

Fenian, a stubborn mercenary, dainty at body and greedy at heart. A warrior who would sell the power of her blade to the highest bidder. A woman who would not submit to humility.

Shi’anar, a treacherous assassin, beauty in her face, cruelty behind it. A hired killer who would take shelter in the darkness. A woman who would not turn to mercy.

Tarya, a cunning sorceress, with skin of marble and wits of steel. An enchantress, who would weave her powers into her own good. A woman who would not consent to defeat.

These three women received power enough to destroy the human world or work to protect it. Without question, these angels fallen into the shadows accepted their powers of the elements, each for reasons of their own. For vengeance, for power, or simply for the usefulness. For a moment, three independent women became one.

But this being was doomed to fail in its existence. The three powers in these three people could not bring harmony into a dying world, but each took their power as they wandered away, taking with them the brief age of stability they had brought to the world.

First to depart was Shi’anar, the treacherous assassing, imagining to control the darkness with her might and fell to the nether world.

Ice, all that was patient and calm, disappeared into darkness and forgetfulness, and met doom.

Second to depart was Tarya, the cunning sorceress, imagining to save what was lost with her wisdom and vanished into time.

Star, all that was bright and guiding, drowned into time and eternity, and met doom.

Third to depart was Fenian, the stubborn mercenary, hesitating in her choice, failing to make one and sank into lies.

Fire, all that was willing and energetic, was smothered by treachery and nothingness, and met doom.

The world lost hope of salvation. Other powers, other forces arose, pulling our world into the shadows beyond light. None would interfere with the ever-growing shades that the long-lost three powers had kept at bay. These black shades had both hated and loved the Powers of Three After the Powers were lost, these powers of pure darkness grew, submitting the peoples of the world, now crying in common agony, under their wills.

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But this progress continues even today.

The three Powers are about to rise again, mightier than ever, joining once again, learning from the past.

And from within the light, one will guide and balance the Powers. May it be to the salvation or the doom of humanity.

A new age has begun.

- THE END -

Translated by: Lari Fagerholm

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