I will tell you the story of how I came to be on this quest. It is a historical one. A fascinating one. One some would say to be seemingly unbelievable.
Yet it is true.
Many years ago, the world of Hathara was at war. Most areas were under the rule of Emperor Arath, an evil man who ruled the realm from the city Asbysin. He seemed unstoppable as he conquered every corner of the state, every depth of the sea, and every home in every city and town. Many had tried to stand against his forces, but anyone who dared oppose him was slayed by his all too many followers. And so the Resistance had to hide away in a large mountain chain at the very edge of the map.
An old wizard came one day to the Resistance's keep. His entrance interrupted one of many discussions regarding tactics and plans to eliminate Arath, but he was nevertheless granted council with the leadership. The wizard told of some fortune he had come across, which gave hope to an end to the war and victory to the light. The people in the room looked at the wizard skeptically, not willing to believe such a tale. The wizard simply shook his head and took out an old, worn book. He opened it, the pages flipping themselves over. Once it settled, the wizard encouraged the closest Resistance member to come forward and look at the page. When he did he could not believe what he saw, and so each person in the room stepped forward to witness the magic.
Moving images displayed an epic battle, and there were clear outlines of the people involved. Three of these had bright silver marks shining on their bodies and wielded unseen powers whilst three more fought off enemies surrounding them. Another man - recognizably the Emperor - was fighting against those with the marks.
Of course it would take more than this to convince the Resistance of the truth. The images were unclear, no faces could be made out and only the wizard held the power to understand properly and entirely. Questions were therefore fired at the wizard in a rush.
"Are we to believe there are six people in this world that have the power we need to defeat Arath?" clarified one of the leaders.
"What makes these particular people so special?" asks another.
"The moons," the wizard began. "Each moon has granted one individual its power, through markings on their bodies." For in this land, there are three moons. Each holds control of an element vital to balance the world below. One dedicated to air, another to nature, and a last to light and darkness.
To this, no one spoke. They only looked between each other and the wizard. There was a small sense of hope growing, something few had felt in a long time. It was a feeling oddly untrusted amongst the group, but yet also welcomed.
However, the mists of hope enveloping the room would not be so easily accepted until even more questions had been satisfied.
"You are aware, wizard, that there are millions of people in this land are you not?" a third man inquires. "With such a population it would surely be close to impossible to find six specific people."
"How do we know they aren't already under Arath's power?" another questions.
"Leave it all to me,” the wizard said. He realized these odds were not anywhere near great or convincing, but remained confident nonetheless. In fact, he already knew the location of one of these tattooed saviors. In addition, he would be the only one efficient enough to find these vital people before it was too late.
There was a low murmur through the room as discussions began regarding the legitimacy of the wizard’s claims. After long conversations and much convincing it seemed as if the Resistance would put their faith in the wizard.
And with that he disappeared.
It did not take long before the wizard found the three. Curiously enough they all turned out to be women. What was more, they were all accompanied by a young man no older than themselves who would fight and protect her at any cost. The wizard expected these were the warriors the book had depicted.
The women hesitated when asked to show the wizard their marks, but eventually they all did. The first women had it down her back. It covered most of it in a beautiful, silver pattern that ended just above her hips. There was a small diamond-like article in the middle of the pattern that the outlines led to.
The second woman had the tattoo on her right leg. It was also silver colored, and went down the outside of her leg, nearly all the way to her foot. The pattern looked like the stem of a flower, with small branches separating from the main streak. Again, there was a stone-like gem at the bottom of her leg that the pattern led to.
The third woman had her silver tattoo on her face. It covered the left side of her neck and left cheek, and went up past her eye with the most beautiful and stunning silver that almost seemed to glitter. It stopped just before going onto her forehead. A jewel was installed beside her left eye and, as with the others, all the silver lines and branches had led to it. She had hidden the markings with her hair, which she made sure was long and thick enough to cover the entire left side of her face.
The wizard persuaded the women and their warriors to help the Resistance in the fight against the injustice of Arath. He brought them back to the mountains. There, the women showed the Resistance what they were capable of. Their powers were strong and mysterious, and they could do spectacular things. The members were easily impressed and the women were sent on the mission to defeat the evil lord seated in Asbysin.
The greatest battle Hathara had ever seen took place shortly after. It was long and took a toll on all who fought. Many perished and were lost, but not the three women and their warriors. They faced Arath themselves, and met his power with their own. After a long struggle a bright light finally exploded and a long silence ensued. The source of the explosion had been the three women combining their powers in a final effort to put an end to the evil emperor.
And it had succeeded. The war had been brought to an end.
There was celebration all across the land for days, weeks, even months on end. The three women and their warriors were heroes. They became advisors of the new leaders appointed, as well as protectors of Hathara. The three women were henceforth named the wardens of the moons, and they were loved and admired until their deaths many years later.
The wizard had written down in great detail all that he had witnessed, experienced and learnt in the book he had discovered the prophecy. The wizard grew old and after several centuries he had only a small amount of time left. He gave the book to his apprentice, now old as well, and told him he had to do the same until the book was needed. And so it was done.
After many, many years the book had come into a young warlock named Lowell's possession; my possession. And I was the one to witness the book begin to speak. I remember it clearly. It was an ordinary day and I opened and scanned the pages of the book as I usually did in the mornings. This time, though, it was different. The words were moving around, fading in and out, and creating new sentences. Deeply confused, I picked the book up and looked closer. On all the pages the entire text was disappearing, apart from the same words being set in place on every page. When it seemed to stop I read what words had been set together. I read it twice. Three times. Then I snapped the book shut. It was as if the message had spoken directly to me. There was absolutely no time to lose. Grabbing everything I thought I might need for what I presumed to be a long journey I saddled my horse and took off. I had to find the three quickly, because history was about to repeat itself.
What was it that set me on my quest, you ask? Oh yes. This is what caused my immediate departure...
"Evil will live on in the descendent of Arath. War will once again bring sorrow. Only three can stop his anger. Only three can protect from this danger. Find them you must, and train them you must, for in 17 years there will be no such luck. Find them you must, and train them you must, for in 17 years all hope will be lost."