The Obsidian King's Will

They were born.

They fought.

They died.

All in the blink of an eye.

They started with passion.

And ended with cries.

Death claimed them all in the end.

Yet, they dedicated themselves to what they thought.

And how they fought.

Some were greedy, some selfless.

Death did not care.

Death claimed them all in the end.

How they could even continue to move and breath and want, when each knew their time was so short.

It did not know.

Their situation was so bleak.

Death claimed them all in the end.

Yet they walked with such passion.

And roared a challenge worthy of gods.

Crying out: "So be it!" with rage and slight fear.

All while death murmered in their ears:

"I am always here"

Death always claimed them in the end.

They were afraid of the end.

What they would miss.

What they would never see.

Yet they trudged on.

With what little they had.

It felt sadness at the shortness.

Anger at the injustice.

But no pity.

No. No pity.

They were stronger then even it in some ways.

While the Crimson Eye saw them as little.

It saw them as so much more.

It mused to itself:

'Bout if they were to meet.

They would yell a challenge at being confronted with the truth.

The truth of their roles in it all.

So seemingly insignificant in the grand scale of things.

Yet, if one was to underestimate the pawn, they would have already lost the game.

Yet they died in the end.

Death always claimed them in the end.

That was what made them able to challenge, it guessed.

Reckless abandon.

Death always claimed them in the end.

So why not go out with a bang?

Paradoxical little things they were.

Never had it encountered something so small yet imposing.

Inspiring.

Defiant.

Death always claimed them in the end.

So they did all they could before then.

It would make amends. With some of them.

It decided then.

And so it spoke then.

Into the ear of men.

"Unite the Three,
Oh child of me.
Ash, Shadow, Sky and Flame.
Blades under tree,
Minds no longer three.
Ascend to i, oh child of mine."

So it was done.

The Prophecy begun.

And the blades were born.