Prologue: The Decision
"I do not agree with that plan."
It was Volcanus who showed resistance to the last line of defence the sixteen gods had. The Chaos was rising and they had met in this chamber to discuss what they could do to protect the worlds from an unstoppable evil, an evil that was as old as they were.
The room was round and concrete, with no windows or doors. The ceiling was open and the moon seemed to be the only source of light. A rim, which bordered the opening, covered the space under it with darkness. This was where the gods stood, covered in shadows as they planned their next move.
"It is the only way, Volcanus." It was Agnitia who replied; the one who had suggested the plan.
"No!" Volcanus objected, his area lighting up as fire surrounded the flame god. "It is an ambiguous plan at best. And even if it was not, even if the plan worked, who is to say that Chaos will never return? Use your powers, Agnitia. Look into the future and tell us. Can you see if he will return?"
Agnitia sighed. "No. I cannot see that in the future. I am unsure. But I can assure you that my plan will work. And maybe that is all we need."
"I agree with Volcanus," Aquator, the water god, added his opinion. It was very rare to see such a thing, the gods of fire and water agreeing. But when the entirety of existence lay in the balance, anything was possible.
"I will do it,” Aquator continued. “But we need to be certain our worlds are guarded when we are gone."
"I foresaw this concern," Agnitia frowned, though no one could see it. "Agita."
With a wave of her hand, Agita caused four bright purple flashes in the middle of the room and as they died out, four amulets stood in their place. Four golden chains connected to four golden circles, each with clear gems inserted into them. The amulets that Agnitia had slaved over to perfect them.
"What are these, Agnitia?" Tempus was the one to speak this time.
"These are the Amulets of the Spirits," Agnitia began. "We will hide these here, buried in this chamber and imbued with our powers. They will possess a part of our spirits, so that if, or when, the time arises, many years from now, they will be found and used to protect the worlds from whatever force threatens them. Destiny will ensure this. All who agree, say I."
Volcanus thought for a while. He was unsure. But what choice did he have? If they did agree to this plan, then there would be a chance that their worlds would fall to an enemy in the future. However, if they did not take action now, there would no longer be any worlds to fall.
Aquator was next. "I."
Tempus followed. "I."
And so did Agita. "I."
And as these five gods did, the eleven remaining gods did the same. It was settled. With that, they raised their arms, releasing streams of energy that illuminated the entire room. It was soon filled with colour – blue, red, purple, gold, green – and the streams of power, which danced around the room, looking for their destination, could be seen by the soldiers of the gods miles away. In fact, if their followers did not know of the grave severity of the meeting, they would have assumed the gods were celebrating. But if they were to look upon the faces of the gods, they would see that no such thing was happening. They would see dread, anger, pain, sadness, all the emotion brought on by war… by death.
Finally, after circling the room, one by one the streams began to enter the four amulets. The bright glows died down, darkening the room once more, and it was done. The Amulets now held a piece of each god, a piece of the sixteen elements.They took off, ready to fight their final fight. And there, in the chamber, left on four pedestals, were the four amulets which were meant for the future. Destined to be used by those worthy to activate them. Used to fight the forces of evil and protect the worlds. That was their purpose. And precisely one-hundred-thousand years later, they were activated for that exact reason. Ten years later they were hidden again. And twelve years after that, they were found once more...