Book 3: The Song of Twilight
Canto 1: Harmony
Those that remained after the Exodus of the three tribes joined with the Thrice-touched and named the sister’s their leaders, giving each the title of Princess, neither would be queen. The Bastion of the Sun was cleansed of the forest and renamed the Castle of the two Princesses. Here they would watch over not only the forest but also the land. Not turning a blind eye to their people again, lest the forest repeat its same insidious game. The sisters, realizing what had gotten the tribe through the conflict renamed them the Harmony Tribe, signifying the unification of the three blessings in a single group. Harmony settled around the castle, living within nature to allow it to recover. The warriors of the Harmony tribe pledged martial loyalty of themselves and their bloodlines to the Royal sisters, becoming their guards and escorts when they left the castle. While not needed, the sisters accepted this act of kindness and loyalty.
The princesses, finding themselves now eternal watched as the tribe grew, the land recovered, and the forest slept. They watched as those of their bloodline also took ceremonial royal titles, the oldest, unbonded taking the title of “Prince”. They watched and waited, content in the peace, using their powers as need be to aid not just the Harmony tribe, but also the other three tribes. The Sun, unbeknownst to them aided the magic tribe in raising the sun each day, taking upon itself the role the All Seeing once did. The Sun warmed the land during the fertile growing season for all tribes, and their farms prospered. The Moon also took on the role of the All Seeing in raising the Moon each night, subtly aiding the magic tribe. At night, when all the tribes dreamt, the Moon would go forth into the dreams and inspire the tribes. Bringing creativity to the artisans, insight to the scholars, and renewal to the laborers. The ages passed and by the work of the Harmony tribe, the Sun, and the Moon, the land was restored.
Canto 2: Radiance
This was the first conflict of Sun and Moon. The Sun, burns hot, fueled by powerful emotions, was prone to even stronger convictions. With the land restored the Sun wanted to go forth and return the three tribes back to the land, joining them with the Harmony tribe into a single nation. Still thinking of the forest, which had remained far to quite for her taste, still thinking of past conflicts. The Sun could not forget, would not forget, would not forgive the forest for all the pain it caused and would do anything to keep it from happening again. Thus the Sun was willing to use her awesome powers if need be to unite their people. Too forge an army and cleanse the forest from the land for good. She would lead the effort, searing the fiends without remorse; razing the corrupted trees and plants to the ground; and immolating whatever foul beast tends the abomination. The Moon saw only folly in this.
The Moon spoke out against her sister’s plan. Such a forced unity would only invite chaos. She had been in the dreams of the tribes and knew what discord and mistrust still lurked in their minds. The magic tribe was still feared, the weather tribe still loathed, and the earth tribe still stubborn. None would willingly unite with the others. The Sun would not relent; the forest had caused too much damage. Its destruction was their purpose. The Moon tried to soothe her sister’s rage, saying that in time the tribes would willingly unite. The Sun refused to wait, the time was now. The angrier the Sun got, the longer and hotter the days became. The harmony tribe suffered, all the tribes suffered. The forest grew stronger.
Finally the Moon had enough and, using their joined link through the All Seeing, showed the Sun what awaited it. Visions of parched land, burnt crops, the tribes at war with each other flooded the Sun’s mind. Appalled, the Sun spoke out that that was what she was trying to prevent. This was the forest’s goal! This is why the tribes needed to unite. The moon spoke not, just opened both their eyes to the eyes of the All Seeing, seeing what it saw. It was not the future that they had shared, but the present. The desolation was real and now linked directly to the All Seeing, the Sun saw how it had happened. The Sun collapsed, weeping at what it had caused. Her anger had once again clouded her judgment and now; she was no better than the forest she had strove to defeat. The Sun cooled; the rains returned; the land revived.
The land had healed, but the hearts of the tribe had not. They blamed each other for the blistering heat wave, only the Harmony tribe kept united. Seeing how easily the tribes had come to blow, the Sun acquiesced to the Moon’s judgment that forced unification would not last. The Sun, still shaken, insisted something had to be done. There would be a time where the tribes would need to be united; they had to find a way to bridge the gap. The Moon agreed and to learn of the tribes’ histories over the millenniums since the exodus, they dispatched emissaries to each of the three tribes. To the Magic tribe they sent one of their foremost scholar; to the weather tribe, the captain of their aerial guard; and to the earth tribe, their strongest farmer. So dispatched, the sisters awaited their return. Far to the north, the polar winds howled.
Canto 3: Magic
The Magic Tribe had built themselves another magnificent castle with their abilities, secluded from the Earth tribe by a forest and nestled next to the mountains where they harvested the gems and ore used to make their elaborate decorations and jewelry. As before, the tribe had enthroned a royal family, who had absolute control of the tribe. The emissary was welcomed by the tribe, but was not trusted. Called before the king he was ordered to show his spells or face execution. He performed immense feats of magical prowess for them, proving he was not a spy from the other tribes, marked to look like the Magic tribe. In exchange for showing them his spells and teaching their younglings, he was granted access to their history and regaled with their legends.
The tribe’s oldest legend was of their founding. The “First Blessed”, said to be the son of the All Seeing descended to guide the tribe. Sharing with them the blessing and marking them with its power. He was their first king, one from which all of their other kings are said to be descended. They treat their kings with reverence like all do the All Seeing herself, as if the king themselves are the All Seeing. The legend talks of the Dark Time, where the Sun abandoned them and their King saved them with a spell lost to the ages. The spell transported them to the Promised Land, where the castle was built. Inside the deepest vault, only accessible by the royal family, it is said, lies the Mark of the “First Blessed”, the most holy relic of the tribe. When each prince comes of age, they are brought before the relic to be judged. If they are not judged worthy, they are stripped of their title and banished from the castle. Only those blessed by the “First Blessed” have the right to rule.
The Emissary listened to their stories, to their history and learned about the tribe. He shared the stories of the Harmony Tribe; stories of the blessed sisters, of the polar spirits, of a united tribe. Many took these as fairy tales or the ramblings of an old man. Some, like the handmaiden to the princess, took interest in the idea of a united tribe, but most ignored him. One day the emissary approached the king, to see how he took to the idea of a united tribe. The king scoffed at the idea. His people had been blessed by the All Seeing directly, they did not need to consort with the lesser tribes. They had been given the holy task of opening and closing the Eyes of the All Seeing. This was proof of their destiny to rule over the other tribes. They would unite, but only with the Earth tribe as their serfs and the Weather tribe their servants. None would rule but them. Disappointed and disheartened, the emissary departed for the Castle of the Sisters to make his report. The Polar winds howled.
Canto 4: Weather
The captain found the sprawling cloud city of the weather tribe high above the ground, where only the weather blessed could tread. Placed at the conflux of the wind currents, the city gave them view and access to the entire area. The warrior tradition and nature of the tribe had not changed over the millenniums, if anything it had gotten stronger. The emissary was met by drawn weapons; not open arms. Dragged before the high commander, ruler of the tribe, he was forced to fight the commander’s honor guard in a gladiatorial game. Each fight went until the opponent could not stand; no killing was allowed, they did not want to lose good warriors to these games. He had been raised to be a guard of the princesses since birth, as his father before him and father before him; he fought well, felling the warriors sent against him. Having worked the fields along side the Earth-blessed, the captain had superior stamina and resilience than these warriors who only trained against each other. Still, each fight tired him more, sapping his reserves. Finally he collapsed, expecting to be imprisoned and kept for further “games”, to further entertain the weather tribe. What created the Emissary when he opened his eyes was a soft cloud-bed and rather luxurious quarters. He had so impressed the High Commander, that he was “granted the privilege” of training the honor guard.
While the captain had no choice, he took the opportunity presented to learn of the Weather tribe’s history since the exodus. From the honor guard he found out the story of how the city had been founded. It was said, they say, that long before the city, their greatest warriors, thirsting for more battles, a better trial, assaulted the All Seeing and wrest control of the weather from her. She fought back with polar winds to freeze them; lightning to sear them; and driving rain to blind them. All but two warriors, twin brothers fell under the assault. The two brothers fully gained control of the weather and returned to their tribe, blessing them as they had been blessed by usurping the power. The warriors lost were mourned, but the brothers, using the winds, led the tribe to the conflux of the winds and built at it the city. While they lived, none could best them. While they lived, they ruled. Since then, it has been only the strongest that leads the tribe. Anyone can challenge the current ruler, but the Right of Rule battles are to the death. Only one will remain alive.
As the captain settled into the life in the clouds, he eventually took a wife, the older sister of one of the honor guard he trained. When his wife became pregnant, he learned that all children are judged when they come of age; those found unable to use the weather blessing are disgraced, forbidden from becoming warriors, and forced to work as servants to their betters. She was hopeful that their child would be as strong as its father, but worried that it might take after her youngest brother, who she had not heard from since the test. This realization affirmed his plan to take his wife and child, once born back to the Harmony tribe, away from such a barbaric trial. The time passed and the weeks before the birth, he finally approached the High Commander about the thought of unification. The ruler seemed pleased, heartening the captain. He grinned, perhaps was now the time to make war and conquer the other tribes, uniting them under the banner of the weather tribe. None could stand against them; they had fought the All Seeing and won. Stunned the captain was dismissed with a thank you; the High Commander had to gather his advisors and plan the assault. Contemplating what had transpired, the captain heard the North Winds howl, felt their primal rage. Remembering the stories told to him at young age, he had to warn the Princesses of both the looming threat and the possible war. His wife, in no state to travel would have to remain. He would return once his duty to the Royal Sisters was complete. He left a single flower next to her bed, one he had brought with him from the Harmony Tribe. The polar winds howled louder.
Canto 5: Earth
The Earth-blessed was the last to arrive among the other tribes, for he did not have the magic or weather blessing to speed his travel. The land he found the Earth Tribe on was a good land. While not as fertile as his tribe’s land, it had rich dark soil and he could see why they settled there. His arrival at the height of the growing season was a blessing. The Earth tribe welcomed him with open arms. Food was plentiful and they could not turn away a traveler. For his part, the farmer offered to help in the fields; the Earth Tribe, while stubborn, required each to do their part and allowed their guest to help. The knowledge of weather patterns he had gained from working side by side with the Weather Tribe and the potions for protecting the crops garnered from the research of the Magic Tribe, the farmer shared with the Earth Tribe. If they had a bumper crop, he thought, then food would not be an issue and unity a step closer. For his part and the hard work of the Earth Tribe, the harvest was good that year, better than any could remember. The tribe rewarded the farmer with a great gift for his efforts. They gave him a small parcel of land and with it, a voice on the council. With in the Earth Tribe, all males of a certain age, that have land of their own, have a voice on the council. Have a voice in how the tribe is governed. Even still, one among them is elected every other harvest to be the final voice.
With his position on the council, the farmer was no longer considered an outsider and the others in the tribe freely talked with him. From these conversations he found how they came to this land. Long ago there was a cataclysm, where their Goddess, the Sun fought the forces of chaos. The dead rose from the ground; the skies rained ice and fire; and the land wept blood. A prophet rose among them, organizing the scattered tribe, and lead them from certain doom, to a land of plenty. It is said he was blessed by the Sun, and from her guidance found this land. They settled the wild forests and plains, taming the fauna, becoming their shepherds as the prophet commanded. He laid down laws to preserve their tribe. “All will work, none shall stand idle”. “All who hold land shall have a voice”. “All brought from the land is the tribes, none shall lay claim to it, even if it came from their land”. “Those with no land shall work communal land”. It is from these four laws that the tribe’s current government is founded. The elected chancellor was added for when the issues so divided the council that no majority could be reached. From the first law, the farmer inquired “What of the Sick or Infirm, where do they work?”, he had never seen anyone, but the wizened council elders or those in the peak of health. The farmer was told to put it out of his mind.
This did not sit well with the farmer, but he could follow it no further; the time of the “trade” had come. It was this time that the other tribes would send their agents to collect their food for the coming cold season. The Earth tribe hid the surplus harvest in cellars, keeping only half of it out. The first to come was the Weather tribe. They demanded their “Tribute” for the rains they brought to raise the crops. The council presented them with one third of the portion left out. The weather tribe was aghast at the portion. “We bring you rain! We command thunder! Yet you give us only this?” The weather-blessed emphasizing their words with cracks of thunder from the clouds they raveled on. “The harvest was not as good as hoped, our fields still recover from the drought you caused last season. Take your portion and go”. “We did not cause the draught, blame the magic Tribe. They control the sun”. Saying their piece, the weather tribe took the food and left, making a parting shot of lightning damage one of the empty silos. The scene repeated itself with the Magic Tribe. The council presented the food; the Magic Tribe protested; the council blamed them for a poor harvest; the Magic Tribe blamed the weather tribe and destroyed another building as they left. The farmer approached the council after the “Trade” and asked why they had lied. Why they could not have shared the bounty. Perhaps then , the tribes could unite and work together, instead of apart. The council laughed heartily. “The weather tribe and the Magic tribe do not work the land. They refuse too, therefore they do not get the full boon of the land. They would have us as their servants or slaves if we did not keep them underfed. We are the true power in this land, with out us; they and their lauded ‘Blessings’ are nothing! We will not unite until they toil along side us and earn their keep as we all do”.
The farmer left the council in anger. How could they be so blind, so uncaring, so stubborn. He wandered the land, past where he had gone before; he found the answer to his question on the laws. Before him was a building, isolated from the rest of the village by over two dozen full fields. Inside he found a lone, aging woman tending to scores of sick people, men woman, and children. “What is this place?” “This is where all the sick in the village are sent” came the reply. The caretaker explained; all who fell ill or were deemed to weak to work the land were sent here. If they recovered, they could return. If they did not, she explained, then, with a spread of her arms, they remain here. Before the two of them was a vast graveyard, that the building had hidden from view. “Most do not leave, we are given only the minimum by the council”. Sorrowful, the farmer left, only to return the next day with his entire share of the harvest. The council had been generous with his part for the help he had provided. All of it he gave to the “Ward” as it was called. He returned day after day, regaling the children with stories of his travels and of the Harmony Tribe. One young girl took to the stories of the Harmony Tribe with great interest and vigor, questioning the farmer whenever he visited. As he left one day, to return to his home, the captain of the guard found him, informing him of what he had heard on the winds. Fearing for those in the “Ward” and his own tribe, the farmer joined the captain in his flight back to the Princesses. To the North, the polar winds howled louder.
Canto 6: Gathering Storm
The three emissaries returned to the Harmony Tribe, the farmer and captain arriving together. All three informed the Royal Sisters of the deep-seated mistrust, of pending wars, of greed, and of the resurgence of the polar spirits. The last point worried the Sun the most. Had the minions of chaos been allowed to grow strong again? Would they renew their assault? The sisters dismissed the three with their thanks and mulled over the revelations. The Sun, true to her nature wanted to rush to the north and slay the fiends before they could do any harm. The Moon wanted to continue, to observe. Thus began the second conflict of the sisters. The Moon continued its apparent apathy, preferring to let the tribes work out their problems; treating the polar spirits as a test for them to overcome. The Sun, ever emotional, wanted to protect, to guard the tribes, and slay the agents of chaos. Tensions in the castle ran high. Apathy and emotion conflicted. The forest grew strong from the turmoil, the body of the beast growing larger. The Polar spirits grew stronger, feeding on the princesses disagreement.
All came to a head one day, when the Sun could bear to wait no longer. She prepared herself to leave for the North, where she would put an end to these fiends before they could do anything. Preparing herself to give what is needed to stop them. The Moon, remembering what she had seen before the ascension, the drained, corpse-like body, could not let that happen again. Confronting her sister, the Moon reminded the Sun of its past folly, of its past failure. The Sun seethed at that memory “I know better. It will not happen again”. Dismissing the concern, brushing her sister aside with a wave of magic the Sun prepared to leave. With no other choice, the Moon once again invaded the mind of her sister. This time not with the eyes of the All Seeing, but the eyes of a sister. The Moon opened her mind, her heart to the Sun, letting flood all of the feelings, the sites she saw, when she found her sister, so drained, so ragged those long ages ago. Shocked by the raw feelings, the Sun halted, the rage in her heart cooled. “What would you have us do then? Stand idly by as these beasts destroy what we have worked for?” “No, as before, we will send the three. They will investigate, monitor, and advise us”. The Sun, still shaken agreed and the three were once again dispatched. This time to the far North, with instructions to observe, contain, and report what they found.
The Sun watched and waited for their reports. The first arrived and relieved their immediate concerns. The polar spirits were scattered still and they had become solitary, unorganized entities. The three were asked to maintain their vigil. Unbeknownst to her sister, the Moon hatched a plan. Using the reports of the three, she touched the dreams of each of the younglings the three had mentioned; the Scholar’s student, the Captain’s daughter, and ill girl saved by the farmer. To each she bolstered their own convictions; bathed their wounds in the balm of the moon; and shared with them the prospect of unity. As they grew, the Moon joined their dreams; letting the three experience life as a united tribe. Also, as a gift to the Three who still stood vigil, she joined their dreams with each of the younglings. The Scholar taught his student more powerful magics, sharing his experiences in the North. The Captain was given a chance to learn of his daughter, to share in her life. Neither her or her mother blamed him for leaving, they knew he had greater duties to the world. Lastly, the farmer shared more techniques with the recovered girl, who happily took to them.
Two decades into the vigil, the communications stopped. The last communication talked of heavier snow and colder winds. The Polar Spirits had united. Nothing was heard from the Three, and the Sisters grew restless. Their fears were realized one day; when the farmer returned, badly frostbitten, near death, dragging litters with the bodies of his companions, each frozen solid; entered the castle’s grounds. His last act complete he fell, joining his companions in death. The sorrow at their passing was immense; the Moon felt it the most. Had she sent them to their deaths? Should she have let her sister act on her original idea and destroy them sooner? Doubt clouded her mind; she prayed her gamble and the seeds she had planted would grow. Eternal winter descended on the three Tribes. The polar beasts howled, the forest’s laughs joining the chorus.
Canto 7: Seeds of Unity
The Sun’s radiance could not pierce the storm clouds. The Sun could not warm the hearts of the suffering tribes. The Sun was powerless; the Polar Spirits had gotten to strong, feeding on the disunity of the three tribes. The Moon could touch only the dreams of the three seeds she planted; the others would not respond. At wits end, the Moon confessed her gambit to the Sun. Telling her of what she had done. Together they hatched a plan; the Sun would, through the Moon’s link, nurture these seeds and through them, guide the tribes back here. The Royal Sisters used their link and planted the idea of a summit into the minds of the three, now consultants to their respective rulers. The summit was held; the tribes gathered; the arguments returned. Each tribe railed, airing their issues; each blaming the other tribes for the storms. The summit ended with things worse then before. Neither tribe would work with the other. The storms grew worse; the tribes allegations grew more fierce; the Polar Spirits grew stronger. The tribes chose to abandon their homes; leaving the storm behind; the storm followed them.
Each tribe’s ruler took their advisor and a small contingent to locate a new land for them to claim. The Sun and Moon used this chance to guide the parties back to them, to harmony. Each group was not alone however; a Polar Spirit stalked each, the original ones who had fled the battle so many millenniums ago. The sisters had the tribes take separate paths, lest they come into conflict before they arrived. Each arrived at the same time. Each claimed a portion of the land for themselves. All three tribes found each other, the conflict renewed. The leaders refused to share this new land. The beasts that stalked them sprung upon the conflict and brought the snow and cold forth, spreading the storm to this new land. The tribes ran for cover, all taking refuge in a nearby cave. The small space did nothing but inflame the tensions between the three rulers. Not even the words of their advisors or the touch of the Princesses could calm them. The storm grew stronger, freezing the rulers and the other ones in conflict solid. The Royal Sisters cast their strength into the three remaining advisors. The Sun warmed their hearts, bolstering their strength. The Moon renewed them, joining their thoughts again. The advisors bathed in the power, united against the storm. The seeds of unity blossomed; the spark was lit. Now seeing the storm for what it was; seeing it as the Polar Spirits; the three united their strengths and with the unknown help of the Sun and Moon, banished the spirits to the void. The surge of radiance, of warmth, of unity, thawed those frozen. From these seeds grew a united tribe.
Canto 8: Advent
The unification began with the founding of a single tribe. The advisors suggested a flag for the tribe, indicating their unity. On it, would be two beings, marked for each tribe, circling the two eyes of the All Seeing. The rulers agreed and so the tribe was founded. The three advisors journeyed to each tribe’s home and brought them to the new land. As each tribe joined, the unity grew stronger and the Polar Spirits grew weaker. The storms stopped, the beasts fled or were banished to the void. The Sun and Moon watched over the unification with a renewed happiness, not felt for many long years. They bade the Harmony Tribe to integrate themselves into the new tribe. Some did, others refused and stayed with their Princesses, with their family. The sisters too, disagreed on integrating themselves into the new tribe. The Sun wanted to descend upon the tribes, basking them in her glow. Leading them, guiding them, guarding them. The Moon wanted to remain on the sidelines, silently guiding the tribe during the night. Thus began the third conflict of Sun and Moon.
The Sun refused to stand idly by now that the long held goal was realized. They had united the tribes under the banner of the Two Sisters, their banner. They knew, she knew how best to guide the new tribe as she had been doing it for ages. No more did they need to lurk in the shadows, manipulating the dreams of others for their own end. They should present themselves, present their tribe and take the lead, as was their right, by the effort they had expended to see this through. The Moon lashed back at her sister. Should they descend like goddesses? Make themselves feared? They were Eternal, yes; but they could be injured, they could be killed. They were not Goddesses, only the All Seeing was a true Goddess. The unity was new; none would take well to self-styled goddesses coming down to rule them. The tribes were proud and would not take well to the thought they had been manipulated to join the Harmony Tribe. They would blame the sisters for the Polar Spirits, for all of their trouble. They would become hated. In time, the unification would firmly take root, then they would reveal themselves and if accepted, take the lead. Guiding, not guarding the tribes.
The Sun’s anger burst at her sister. They had manipulated the tribes, the Moon more so than herself. The Moon had no right to take the high ground. What she proposed was more manipulation, more passiveness. Primal magics bubbled around the Sun’s countenance. If the return of the Polar Spirits had shown anything, it showed that the forest and its minions still acted. No amount of passive action would stop them. They had gotten lucky this time. The Moon, noticing the barely contained energies reached out to her sister’s mind as she had done in the past. The touch was rebuked and the fiery backlash shook the castle, rendering the other occupants unconscious. One of the royal handmaidens, a distant niece to the Sisters, was in the garden when the wave hit and was spared. Fearing for the Princesses she rushed to their side. The Sun was appalled that her sister would invade her mind a third time and prepared a spell to teach her a lesson about getting to close to the Sun. The Moon, in turn prepared her strongest lunar soothing spell, one to calm the rage within her sister’s heart. The forest fed off the conflict and grew stronger.
The handmaiden burst into the audience chamber where the sisters were to find them fighting. Her voice did not reach them; they were so focused on their task. Seeing the energy building around each, the handmaiden rushed to intervene somehow. The Sun bathed the room in the fires of Midday. The Moon bathed the room in the serene calmness of the Full Moon. The young girl jumped between them. The spells collided with the handmaiden at the same time. Seared by the Sun, healed by the Moon; the handmaiden screamed, echoing throughout the castle. The sounds broke the Royal Sisters from their mental battle to witness what they had wrought. The flesh burnt from to the bone was then restored. The Sun and Moon could not stop their spells. The girl suffered until the magics burnt themselves out. The sisters bore witness to the cruel fate they had given to someone so innocent. The energies dissipated; the handmaiden fell; the handmaiden died with a scream etched on her face. The two sisters rushed to her side and gave of their very essence to the girl. The two sisters prayed to the All Seeing to undo what they had done. The two sisters offered to take on all of the lunar and celestial duties the All Seeing did if it would mean the girl could be restored. The All Seeing consented and gave more from herself; tears from both eyes struck the girl, mingling with the remnants of the spells and of the Sister’s essences. The body of the handmaiden glowed, bathing the room in a passionate, yet soothing purple. The residents of the castle awoke to the light. The Twilight had come to balance the Sun and Moon. A third rose, marked of all three tribes.
Canto 9: Balance
The newly ascended handmaiden was given the title of Princess and became a sister to the Sun and Moon. She was burning passion, tempered by serenity. She was limitless potential, focused by fiery devotion. Where the Sun and Moon clashed, each of opposite aspects to the other, she was both and neither. Having been blessed by both eyes she had become the balance between them. To the sun she gave a calming voice, which was both warm and familiar. To the Moon she provided a focus for her pursuits. In harmony they took on the new roles taken on from the All Seeing, the cost of bringing about the Twilight. The Sun to guide its namesake through the sky, setting its path each day, assuring the cycle remains uninterrupted. The Moon to shepherd the moon and stars; gaining and losing power as the moon itself waxed and waned. The Twilight easing the transition between Night and Day, Day and Night. Casting the world in the same soothing purple that had announced her assentation.
This cycle continued for many decades as the unified tribe flourished and grew. The sisters three, kept out of their affairs, focusing instead on the heavenly duties they had. Glimpses of them became rare and treated as momentous occasions. The tribe elevated the sisters to become the three aspects of the All Seeing, her Triumvirate. The three aspects of the All Seeing represent the six virtues of the All Seeing. The Sun is honest in its radiance and gives generously of its light and warmth. The Moon grants all the kindness of dreams, filling them with laughter. The Twilight is loyal to the others, always following them, always there to when both meet. All three are empowered by Magic, using it wisely to grant their boons. Their harmony blesses the tribe and protects them from harm.