The Legend of the Three

Prologue:

The winds howled across the Capital city of Shira that night as the darkness fell on the tower of Memories. The woman who had been observing it from her window in the top most room of the tower frowned and moved down the long flight of stairs leading to an alter of the old ages. Her long silver hair shined as the candlelight flickered across the room. She knelt before the alter and bowed her head.

“It is almost time,” she whispered to herself in a soft melodic voice.

“The prophecy will be fulfilled, the Three shall appear.”

She looked up at the dark sky; worry filling her deep blue eyes. “Soon” she replied, “Soon.”