The light and dark had separated again, no longer being sentient entities, but their clash was restarted anyway. Stars popped up all over the endless void, created from matter, generating light, in an almost Conquest like fashion. The dark responded with the anomaly called "The Black Hole" which mass was so heavy and concentrated that it would suck in light itself, therefore spreading darkness through the void. Still their battle was even, until the first planets formed. Through some oddity Life had started to exist. naturally infused with equal amounts of Light and Dark, these lifeforms just existed. They didn't bother with the eternal struggle. Soon however the Darkness found it's way into the hearts of the life, turning them into further weapons. The light was forced to retaliate by doing the same thing. After uncountable of years of eternal war, the Earth finally took shape. Life developed there too. At first, nothing useful. single celled organisms. Then came the sponges. Then the first life to create oxygen. We all know how evolution would take it's course, right? no need to explain what we already know. Let's skip over to the time where the humans lived, in fear of the supernatural. there were too many to count, some good, some bad, but the humans were defenseless against them. Until a single woman rose up. She had white hair, Deep blue eyes, and was INCREDIBLY strong. Magic seemed not to harm her, in fact, it only made her stronger. The demons, the dark ones feared her. They struck up a covenant. The Demons agreed not to enslave, harm, or otherwise influence the humans as a race, in exchange for the female to join their side. However, the woman was not an idiot. She saw through the ploy at attempting to corrupt her to the darkness. She begged, she cried, she bargained in attempt to have the light hear her request, and by some miracle, it did. Soon she gave birth to 3 children. The first looked ordinary, but the female knew that the kid had inherited her power to absorb, as well as her intelligence and magical talent. The second kid had the same white hair as she had. She could feel the titanic force burn brightly within her child. the third was a girl, a splitting image of herself, blind but imbued with a talent for and control over weapons unseen before. The noble woman knew that these children would hold the power to save the humans in the darkest times. With a long and dangerous spell, the lady split apart the world, dividing it between the supernatural and the humans. However, as this woman broke the world, she erred. She did not foresee that the world would attempt to heal, like a wound would. Several rifts over time caused a sizable amount of the creatures on the supernatural side to end up in the human's side. However, she had given her soul in wounding the world, and she was no longer able to protect her kind. Death was quick to claim her. The three siblings were adopted into different families, each discovering their abilities on their own. The oldest was raised by a Mage, mostly so that he could keep the kid as a test subject, for the magical man had seen his ability first hand. The second brother was raised in the care of a knight, though away most of the time, he trained the white haired boy to fight with a sword, and taught him the way of the knight. Taking on more than he could chew, the child got himself into a fight with several thugs who had been harassing the local Alchemist. That is when his abilities first manifested, and from where he started to train it. As for the youngest, the girl lived the most sheltered life. She had been taken in by a noble family, but she wasn't fit to be a princess. She often behaved like a tomboy, and was more independent then was accepted during that time. She would've been married off to another family, but fate decreed otherwise. On a full moon, she found herself in a most dangerous and strange predicament. Once all of them had their powers manifested, they were drawn together by a shadow left behind from their mother. It told them of her past, their identities, and more importantly, their role as protectors of the human race. Each of them was granted immortal life so they could fulfill their destiny.
Over the ages, they saw the world move on. They saw their civilization fall, the humans forgot everything, their past, their culture, even their technological and magical prowess. It was as if some higher force had pressed a reset button. They did what they could to save and preserve, but despite all their effort, all traces that remained were legends and myths. the Supernaturals that were remained decided it was wiser to hide themselves among the humans, and live alongside them. Those that didn't, well, they were quickly killed by the 3. Over thousands of years they saw civilizations rise and fall, even being forced to destroy a few themselves. However, them being human souls in immortal bodies, they grew weary of life. They started to long for an end. They gathered a few trusted supernatural families, as well as actively searching for a special kind of person, who was especially in tune with the elements, not just of the human world, but also those supernatural. After another long search, finally they found the one they looked for. We find ourselves in the Medieval Age, with the Knight Gicel Fıren. He was a tall man with brown hair, and green eyes. His preferred weapon was the bastard sword. He wore light armor, so he was exceptionally quick on his feet for his profession. Sir Fıren was fiercely loyal to his king, and good to the common folk. However, the male was growing restless. A series of brutal murders had stirred up the people. It was whispered that it was the work of a werewolf, that demons were attacking them one by one. Of course the scholars believed those to be superstition, and the local church offered 'protection' to those who believed enough. They claimed that it was a punishment by God to root out the faithless ones. The three siblings, through the manipulation of minds, and so on, set up a meeting with the knight. Gicel met them with distrust and suspicion. There is where our true tale starts.