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This is the story of how Rumi died.
This is also the story of how Peter became free.
And this is the story of how Thanatos learned to care for others.
Three lives all intertwined together by a few choices made.
It all started with the gods creating the land and people of Prevarus. No celestials could remain in the mortal realm for long, so they feared becoming forgotten not long after they left. In the hopes of keeping their names alive in the hearts and minds of mortals, the gods decided to bless one mortal by the name of Dawnguard in particular, who’s bloodline started the Holy Family: a group that became the leaders of the new land and spread the names of the gods for years to come.
The Holy Family however felt like this wasn’t enough, and wanted to do something to bring the gods back into the world. As the only way that celestials can be in the mortal realm is through possession and the next best thing was a mortal being blessed by one of the gods, the family spent years and years doing whatever they could to make these both a reality. Getting blessings from gods was the easier of the two, every 5 years new people gained blessings and some of the celestial power flowed back into the world. But it was much more of a challenge to find a vessel for the gods, or at the very least one whose bodies could withstand the power of the gods.
It wasn’t until about 26 years ago that there was finally a success, with the Holy Family announcing the birth of a new son named Peter. The child was claimed by the family to be the ultimate vessel, with his destiny being giving up his body to the god of gods Zuen. The people of Prevarus were shocked, no one knowing that the Holy Family was pregnant to begin with, but rejoiced nonetheless. The world was to be blessed with the gods walking among them once again.
That was the plan, at least.
On a dark, gloomy night, a lone figure with brown hair and eyes broke into the Holy Family’s home. The figure was once a normal mortal but it didn’t matter anymore. They were now the vessel for Exandroth, the archangel of retribution who had a bone to pick with the gods. Jealous that they would get such a powerful vessel, Exandroth stole the baby away in the middle of the night to never be seen again.
The Holy Family tried to explain the situation away, that this was simply just a challenge from the gods to see if Peter would be a worthy vessel for Zuen. They lit lanterns and let them fly off into the sky every year on the baby’s birthday, hoping that one day it would serve as a way for the boy to find his way home. As the years passed the people of Prevarus begun to lose hope, but kept the traditional alive as a way to show they cheshire their loved ones, both those who remained and those who were long gone.
What wasn’t known however, was that Peter did see the lanterns. Almost every year from when he turned 7, after his caretaker Exandroth went to sleep, Peter snuck out of his bed and went to the windowsill. He could ignore the pain in his body from Exandroth forcing him to practice his magic as the lights reflected in his glasses, watching as the strange lights floated up into the sky.
Clasping his hands together and squeezing his eyes shut, Peter would wish on the lights that one day he could see them up close. That one day he could leave this tower and see the rest of the world on his own. But when he opened his eyes, Peter would be reminded of the cold stone against his arm and the long distance between himself and the ground. He would remember that he wasn’t supposed to leave as the world was a dangerous place for a person like him. As much as he would try, as much as he would ask Exandroth to let him leave, he never would.
That was until 3 days from his 26th birthday, when a mysterious (yet very pretty) stranger entered his life.
And that’s how the lives of him, Rumi, and Thanatos changed forever.