[center][h2][color=gold]Amos[/color][/h2][/center]

Cold rain fell in thick sheets on the mountainside as the wind howled about him. Lightning etched the black clouds like serpents chasing one another, and above it all came the thunder, booming its great laughter for all to hear. Amos took it all in, if he was anything less then a God, he would have been miserable, instead he found himself laughing as he walked. His linear path had taken him through forest, plains and cities. All of which were boring but this, the mountains. He knew not which ones they were, only that they were high up, and it made him feel a semblance of home.

[i]His realm.[/i]

Being one of the first children born to Solaria and Lunus had its privileges, as well as responsibilities, but Amos was fortunate to enjoy his task. He guarded the Gates of Heaven, the entrance to the vast beauty of the God's home. The Gates stood high in a valley of Mountains that had no peaks, no one had never seen them, not even he. Amos still remembered the day his mother gave him stewardship, he had been young then, a little naive but he took what was given with the utmost respect. One did not simply refuse his mother's will, he had learned that firsthand, and the experience still scarred him. Her powers were ultimately of life, but wrong her, and you would see that the sun could burn terribly. Pride goethe before the fall, they said. His scars took eons to heal, but they did and Amos kept himself in check every time his mother was present.

When both his parents retreated to solitude he mourned for a time. Something as great as that had never happened before, and most Gods felt the same. Then the mess with the humans came about, his task became easier. Who knew that chaos would thrive on a place such as Earth? His duty was to the Heavens, as long as it was safe, he payed no heed to the suffering of humanity at the hands of his siblings. Then he was locked out, his one duty to protect the Gates taken away from him. His rage was unfounded, nothing would calm him down, and he wasted himself battering the gates he once protected. Eventually he realized that perhaps if he locked out, nothing else could get in and he retreated in defeat. Ever bitter about the ordeal, he found himself often wondering what was happening up there. What were the people doing? Did they even care about their Lords and Ladies? Those questions haunted him.

Then his powers returned once again, but he lacked the one tool that could grant him clarity- his sword. It provided him his wings for flight and his wretched human body had lost it. Hopefully a fairy would find him soon enough or perhaps one his lost siblings could help?

As he walked further through the mountains, he began to hear a low humming. He approached with caution, the humming growing steadily louder until a shrine came to view. Once used as gateway between sites, or so he was told. Seeing that it was nothing to fear, he approached the shrine with curiosity. It seemed that by unlocking the Gates, Heaven's energy was flowing not to just them but to everything that once held magical power. The shrine itself was nothing more the rocks piled about, to a human it would look like nothing more then large mossy stones, but the stones were connected. In the center was a small circle etched with runes he could not decipher, he had never been good with language. Slowly the humming grew louder. Something was going to come through.