Three great beasts crossed paths one day. Each of them were imbued with divine energies all tied to life.
One brought life to the earth, trailed by an array of her own children. Though they don’t carry the full extent of her powers, they hold potential for what could be some day when they’re ready to take to the winds on their own.
One brought many lives from the grip of death, and many more from its brink. Returning to a world that had long since changed in their time in dormancy, they were left retracing what few remnants remained of the world they once knew.
One was this world’s patron god over the powers of life, who found kinship with the other two. She’s here somewhere. After so long thinking she was lost... There was so much left unfinished that she owed to her to correct.
“I’m coming!” Benedict called, rubbing his eyes and rising. He resolved that if Anthony had forgotten his keys again then he would slam the door in his face.
Benedict pulled open the door to the pouring rain and the last person he expected to see.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” Sophie pleaded.
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Sophie Beckett shouldn't be on Benedict Bridgerton's front step--after all Sophie typically insulted or threw him rude gestures from across the road; and technically Anthony had forbidden anyone from Bahji and Burrito within five feet of a Bridgerton. But somehow Sophie is here, on his doorstep, eyes wide and trembling.