Coming in 2nd place are the Gods of Windemere. Again, keep in mind that I’m scheduling these posts. As I type this intro, it is November 1st and I’m going to be tackling the final edits in a few days. I simply don’t want to forget. As usual, mild spoilers might be ahead.
“It seems even the Tri-God needs rest from time to time,” says a soft voice from behind Gabriel. He glances over his shoulder at Zaria as she approaches, her white gown as pure and flowing as ever.
Dressed in a low-cut crimson dress, Ambrosine steps out of the shadows and hangs on her husband’s shoulders before the other goddess can come within reach. Zaria continues walking toward Ram, standing next to him with her arms crossed. She meets the cobalt-skinned woman’s gaze with an expression of calm, secretly enjoying the furrowed brow of the Chaos Elf Goddess. Both deities turn to Gabriel when he snaps his fingers and a bolt of lightning strikes the ground between them.
“I would like to spend some time with my wife,” the God of Destiny mentions, his face darkening with his mood. “Please tell me what your business is with me.”
“I wished to congratulate you on the prophecy moving further than it has before,” Ram admits, scratching his white mane. “The inclusion of the Compass Key has opened up a greater possibility of success. I am surprised it has taken so many centuries for the item to be found by these champions.”
“That is because the previous groups were never told of the Compass Key,” Zaria interrupts, smiling sweetly at Gabriel. “So, they were doomed to fail from the beginning of their path.”
“Only because they kept running into her,” Gabriel snaps, grinning at the pained expression on the Purity Goddess’s face. He slips out of Ambrosine’s hug and approaches his old rival and ally. “I admit that some champions were made entirely to keep our enemy’s agents busy until I prepared stronger candidates. Yet, most of them had the potential, but they also had the misfortune of making the same mistake. The Compass Key can never fall into Arthuru Kernaghan’s hands, so I had to keep it from my own champions. Now, I have removed the obstacle and the relic is back on the chessboard. Things will be moving quickly and our nightmares will be over before too long.”
“That does bring me to a curiosity,” Zaria states, pausing when she senses something on the breeze. “You have given so much power to the caster and the gypsy. I have to wonder if this is wise. The gypsy has been repeatedly captured and the lineage of the caster has a very dubious history. Either one of them falling into our enemy’s hands could unlock our destruction.”
Gabriel sighs and turns his back on the shorter goddess, putting his arm around his wife’s waist. “Trust that I know what I am doing, Zaria. I have been working on the caster’s lineage since before the Great Cataclysm and have weeded out the issues. As for the gypsy, I gave her such power to give her the edge against our enemies. Physically, the girl is weak, but the powers and skills at her disposal will make it difficult to contain her. If anything, you should worry about the progress of the warriors. One has a long way to go before he reaches his full potential and another has not moved from where he started. The third one is so unpredictable that I refuse to guess what he will do.”
Ram chuckles and puts a hand on Zaria’s head, tussling her crimson hair. “Do not worry yourself, little savior. Progress is being made and it has been entertaining to watch these champions perform. Kerr the Wild Lord is still gloating about the victories of his chosen, which has stirred a debate with Gola’s speaker about who is the strongest champion. There have even been bets on what the forest tracker will do next and on who he will be with in the end. We are have a glorious time watching events unfold. So, let us avoid the bickering and save our energy for when a disaster appears.”
“You assume something will go wrong,” Ambrosine hisses, shying away from the imposing War God. “My husband has all of this under control. He never lost when he was mortal and he will not lose now.”
“Thank you, my love, but the wise mule is right,” Gabriel bitterly says. He kisses her on the cheek and runs a hand through her soft hair. “Mortals have free will, so the unexpected will occur. It is only a matter of time before one of our pawns surprises us and throws the entire game into chaos. Besides, the sixth champion has yet to join the others and that has always been a source of trouble.”
“She is one of my greatest chosen, so I will handle her,” Zaria states, a shiver running up her spine. “I hope that you allow me to approach her this time. It will minimize the chance of history repeating itself.”
“You speak as if you stayed away the other times . . .