I finally managed to get Sarah to dig up her contribution! I like how Sarah wrote this. It’s shorter than the others, but that’s okay. : ) We still love you, Sarah! Anyway. Do enjoy the third and final part of Song Eternal!

It is a three-way power struggle, once an agreeable relationship, which has now evolved into a raging battle between the clashing forces of three siblings. There was a time when the planet of Eulau was a rugged, barren place. It was a masterpiece created by two kind and generous immortal beings, mother and father, and left to their children after they vanished forever. It was agreed that we three would improve upon Eulau and make it an envied world of greatness. This was our plan, but it failed.

I, Nonamithia, was the youngest of the three. From the day of my birth I looked up to my older siblings with coldness in my aching heart. Of the gifts that my parents had presented us I had always felt the outcome had been less for me. My name, for one, had been simple. It meant "no name" in the tongue of Eulau as my parents were unable to conjure up one that fit me. I had control over clouds, wind, vapor and mist. It seemed to me that my powers were but few, I always longed for greater control. Only for a while was I a beautiful goddess dwelling on a cloud in the sky’s heights, clothed in white garments with beauty that drew you like water. However, the perfect world of our trio did not last.

I and my brother Sythirius soon became jealous of our older sister, Endalomë. She had the power to control the oceans, the rivers, and the rain, anything that ran smooth. She was worshiped by the Endamar for making this life saving substance and supplying it regularly to any mortals of Eulau in need. Sythirius and I witnessed for years the attention harnessed by Endalomë. We grew restless waiting for followers of our own and began to lash out at her calling her "Gätholomer Opürt" or Goddess of Perfection.

I retreated to my cloud to bring forth a plan of drawing people towards me and out of the reach of my over ruling sister. Peering down upon Eulau I noticed a minute village nestled by the water’s edge. I swirled my forefinger in the mist of the cloud until an idea dawned on me. I began whipping it faster until my home was a great funnel shape overbearing the land. I took the form of a small cloud, one of my few powers, and floated over the disaster to watch the havoc I had put forth. My funnel which I called a Tönad fell upon the helpless village and smashed it like a vial after being dropped would shatter on the ground. Only one mortal of this village, named Gabriel, stilled survived. After this episode of grief Endalomë’s followers disbelieved her greatness. Most of them questioned her unwillingness to stop the attack and wondered if that meant she was weaker that I. Others mortals were upset at the loss of their friends and worried that if they did not turn to me they soon might also perish. For whatever reason I, Nonamithia, soon had my own followers. My brother Sythirius followed my lead and sent unnaturally cold winters to Eulau freezing the Endamar, the followers of Endalomë. He too found new followers who believed that he was more powerful than Endalomë.

Over time more of the Endamar turned their faith to us. I established a new kingdom in the heights of a smoky volcano calling my home Nonama. I changed my robes from white to black. My beauty mirrored that of the dark depths of the volcanoes. My followers became my servants, my minions. They were ever ready to come to the call of the most powerful goddess, Nonamithia. Many were delighted by working under me as I readily gave out the gift of immortality. Each one had a special task. They monitored my clouds and informed me of the state of my siblings in their own kingdoms. It was an ideal kingdom until the mortal Gabriel, the sole survivor of my Tönad, revolted against the powers of Sythirius and me.

Gabriel never stopped believing in the power of Endalomë, the prospect that would ultimately bring his downfall. He wished to seek a way to build an army, to bring back the Endamar, and to stop us from gathering any more followers of our own. Gabriel decided to seek the words of Endalomë hoping that she would utter the word "hope" in his ears and bring comfort to his mortal heart. I knew that Gabriel must be stopped for if he ever reached Lomëquantir, Endalomë’s island kingdom the fate of both my kingdom and Sythirius’s would be tested. Sythirius was the first to rise to the challenge of stopping Gabriel. He attempted to freeze the water around Gabriel’s boat, leaving him trapped in the heart of the ocean. However, Endalomë melted the ice, and Gabriel set forth again. Then it was my turn to halt his voyage. I cast a storm upon his ship to overturn it. I did not prevail. Endalomë again outsmarted me by blowing the storm sideways and forcing it upon my own volcano home. Bursting with anger I realized that I could not bring upon the downfall of Endalomë alone. I needed the aid of my brother, Sythirius.

As Gabriel was nearing Lomëquantir the water shook. My winds, flying from all directions, whipped it ferociously around his ship, tilting it as the wood cracked and splintered. As Endalomë was frantically trying to avert the winds, a mountain of ice rose out of nowhere. In the blink of an eye Gabriel collided with the mass and finally sank to his doom. We had prevented his reaching Lomëquantir. We had defeated the powers of Endalomë.

Although Gabriel never reached the kingdom in mortal form his spirit now serves Endalomë. There has never been a braver mortal to try the clashing powers of the gods. Here on Eulau we are still known as the Great Three. Endalomë will always be known as the Goddess of Water, Sythirius as the God of Ice and Winter, but I am not known as the Goddess of Clouds. Never again will we be able to work together as three siblings. We have broken. I am Nonamithia, Goddess of Storms.