[center][h2]Time is ticking...[/h2][/center]

Middle's head rose, Right's fury pacified for now, as he studied the man before him. His body pulled back and released the man, enabling him to rise upright and allow the mortal to leave. Middle felt pity for the flower that died and crumbled like stone, petrified by Left's stirring. A memory of stone flowers, demons, and a rock wasteland erupted in Middle's memory recalling the rare times Left's power had been placed into effect. The destruction was painful to watch while the recovery had its own price increasing his need to be here. 

Right snarled in warning, believing the past was meant to be forgotten while he looked over at Left. Thankfully the head was still slumbering and Right inhaled, comforted by that fact. Middle however locked eyes with the man and sought to retain balance, his four legged stand kilted off by the missing forearm as he noted the confused look. It seemed communication went one way as he could understand the human, but failed to speak the human's language fully. Born and raised in hell had its disadvantages when it came to interaction with anything beyond hell origins.  

Sulfur and heat reached his nostrils, making Middle's head tilt downward to see the source. Fire edged from the man's feet and grass blackened, crumbled up and died on the spot making Right snarl aggressively at the intruder. His ears pushed to his skull at all three feeling the pain rippled across their core. Right tried to seize control even when the man's words tried to command his magic, the element's ears deaf to his words, increasing Right's anxiety. 

Middle's glare was all it took to reel Right back and preventing him from shoving their body forward to attack the man once again. His teeth bared slightly in warning and quelled his younger head into order. He might've been the least violent, but not the weakest out of the three. His head returned to the man's words and held no hatred, merely pity for the strength he was burdened by. Each being on Heaven, Surface, and Hell were intertwined in destiny's endless chains. Unable to escape the forces driving them and never fully understanding why they were chosen in the end. It was merely fated. His thoughts were interrupted when the human's expression seemed to fall at his failure, speaking about it and finally rushing off. 

The Middle head watched the man's body start to disappear out of his sight. His eyes turned back to the flames growing and filling his Eden as his head shifted to Left. Inwardly, he hoped the man hurried else they all would suffer the result. In the man's retreat, Middle spoke and his worlds rattled Eden's air in the human's wake, [color=darkkhaki]“ Kita sa matag tambong sa atong kaugalingon nga kapalaran ug sa katapusan , mahimo nato ang magadala niini.”[sup]*[/sup][/color]

Seeing the flames flicker and grew, Middle and Right settled on Left's head scrunched. The man's time was drawing close before Left woke and while Middle knew it would stop the destruction, the price was too high. His eyes shifted upright to spot the runes engraved in Eden's walls glow. 

[sup]*We each tend to our own destiny and in the end, only we can bear it.[/sup]