Many, many, many years ago.

  “Fatiana is up to her tricks, sister.” Hunu said to Yuitra, the Queen of the Gods.

  The close siblings were planting Trees of Memory in the capital of Balosa, Shadyr. Yuitra’s white dress was no longer the pristine dress she arrived in.

  “You must ignore our sister. Fate only craves attention.” Yuitra responded, slightly out of breath.

  Yuitra had already dug eight holes in Shadyr and was beginning to dig another.

  “It is devouring my people, Yuitra. I can no longer ignore what she has unleashed in Aridisa” Hunu replied angrily.

  Yuitra removed a red seed from her tiny coat pocket and threw it in the center of the hole she dug. “Call MaFa, if you’re so worried.”

  MaFa was what the Gods called Nothing. Their Mother and Father.

  “I won’t bother.” Hunu replied, then took the shovel out of his sister’s hand and began stomping in the opposite direction.

  Yuitra quickly followed.

  The two made their way towards a crescent shaped tree in silence.

  When they reached it, Hunu placed his hands on his sister’s waist and raised her onto the old tree. Hunu took a seat next to her.

  “It’ll come for your people next, you know this.” He rushed out, breaking the temporary silence.

  Yuitra turned and flashed him a grin. “Fate can try.”

  “Given that she hates you, she certainly will.” Hunu laughed, then turned his attention towards the empty sky.

  Sunrise was only an hour away.

  “What is she calling it?” Yuitra asked, eyes glued to her brother.

  His true appearance always fascinated her.

  Unlike his siblings, Hunu didn’t necessarily have a head. Only a shadow silhouette with red eyes.

  Hunu shrugged his shoulders, still staring at the sky. “In Aridisa, they are calling it The Unseen.”

  Yuitra scrunched her face. “The Unseen?”

  Hunu nodded. “It devours minds yet no one can see it. Some say it’s a woman, some say it’s a man. Some say it’s neither.”

  “Sounds like Trykar.” Yuitra responded. “She must have gone to him and bargained for a piece of his essence.”

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  Hunu let out a huge sigh. “Why would MaFa allow her so much power? She is creating Gods.”

  Yuitra gently placed a hand on her brother’s knee. “No, not Gods. Gods are worshipped. We are Gods. She is creating something much more sinister.”

  Hunu met his sister's gaze. “If not Gods, then what?”

  A long moment of silence passed between them.

  “Fiend Entities.” Yuitra responded finally, then withdrew her hand from his knee. “Have you talked to Nirea?”

  Hunu let out a chuckle. “Rea won’t allow me to enter.”

  Yuitra raised her eyebrows. “She’s still angry, I see”

  Hunu snorted. “You can say that.”

  The two Gods were not fond of each other despite sharing a land border. And just days ago, the hunting God stole something from her.

  “She’s so stubborn, Yuitra.” Hunu responded angrily. “I returned it as soon as I was done with it.”

  “If you want to stop one of Fatiana’s children, you are going to have to beg for Rea’s forgiveness. She is the only one capable of dealing with it without Fate knowing.”

  Hunu turned his nose up. Groveling wasn’t something he was fond of.

  “Maybe I should call Reyna.” Hunu suggested instead. “Fate loves her big sister.”

  “Even more than Kaolin.” Yuitra laughed.

  The sound of a screech suddenly echoed through the night.

  An ethereal orb quickly emerged from Yuitra’s left palm.

  “It’s just a Wylo.” Hunu assured her.

  Wylos are natives of Balosa. Beasts with the build of a big cat, but with scales and wings of a bird. In the darkness, their eyes are glowing embers.

  “You can put the orb away, Yuitra.”

  Yuitra’s eyes roamed the surface before she released it.

  Yuitra’s orbs were temporal gateways.

  Touching one could send you anywhere you wanted.

  Once the orb was out of sight, Yuitra turned her attention back to her brother. “You can’t kill it, Hunu. Fatiana’s children are the most important thing she has. If you try, she’ll just create more.”

  Hunu groaned. “I know.”

  “That’s why you need to beg Rea before it gets any worse.” Yuitra’s voice was stern and sharp.

  Hunu rolled his eyes. “How many does she have now?”

  Yuitra tilted her head, confused.

  “Fatiana.” He clarified. “How many children does she have now?”

  Yuitra looked down at her calloused hands. “Four.”

  “Are the rest in Dawn?”

  Yuitra shook her head. “Malad is in the Isle.”

  Hunu frowned. “Why? Does Sky know?”

  A wide grin split Yuitra's face. “She allows it, brother.”

  It took Hunu a long moment to understand.

  “Our sister is sick.” He said, a hint of disgust in his voice.

  “How do you think she keeps them loyal?” Yuitra said, still smiling. “Her worshippers fall ill with some sickness. They pray. The Healing Goddess flies in and saves the day.”

  “And Malad’s twin?” Hunu asked.

  “In Dawn with Fate.”

  Hunu clicked his tongue. “Malad, Plaguia, Amemor, and now the Unseen.”

  Yuitra wrapped an arm around Hunu’s tense shoulder and squeezed it. “I’ll ask Diné what Fatiana is up to.”

  Hunu suddenly rose from his sitting position, nearly causing Yuitra to slip, and began hovering over Yuitra.

  His wings were glowing red.

  “If Fate does not quit, MaFa will hear her cries from wherever they are right now.” He promised coldly.

  Present Day

  “Dorsa!” Milkako shouted, as the young girl landed in front of him.

  The elder king closely watched the young girl hop off the winged beast.

  Dorsa was only three when she ascended and became the Incarnate of Hunu. Unlike her father, she grew accustomed to her new nature rather quickly. Her essence blackened, and so did her heart. For fifteen years, she has hunted almost everything in Balosa. From the Wylos to the shifters themselves. A sadistic hunter with no remorse, she became.

  Balosa is all she has known.

  “Uncle!” She said with a smile, walking in his direction.

  Milkako pulled her into a tight hug.

  “I’ve missed you.” She said, voice muffled into his chest.

  “I’ve missed you too.” He replied smiling, still gripping Dorsa tightly. “I have something to ask of you, my child.”

  The king and his wife briefly locked eyes.

  Dorsa slowly pulled back.

  “What do you think about leaving Balosa?” He asked slowly.

  Dorsa’s eyes lit up. “It’s about time.”