[b]Trineon
Lord of Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans[/b]

For a long time Trineon floated in the waters of dreaming, unaware of the passing of time. The once divine being was seemingly lost in this limbo, a world without form. Occasionally a creature would swim by, interacting with his dream. Sometimes even people he knew would pass by him, triggering a memory from many millennium back. It seemed like that would constitute the rest of Trineon’s existence. And yet, he found himself waking up somewhere else.

The familiar feeling of being coated in water washed over Trineon as his eyes adjusted to the limited light of the room he now found himself in. For almost a minute, Trineon was confused, having no clue as to who even was. It was the same for the other people he saw waking up in the chamber, they were just strangers to him. However, like a dam bursting, memories suddenly began flowing into Trineon’s mind. Within a few seconds, he remembered his name and his role as a god. A few seconds later he began recognizing the others as fellow gods. However he did not recognize the girl lying in the centre of the room.

As Trineon wondered if he did know the girl, the Sun God walked up to her and attempted to kick her in the ribs. Trineon was flabbergasted by this action, but before he could do anything, some of the other gods interceded. The Sun God backed up leaving the sickly girl alone. Now, the Goddess of the Hunt approached the girl, declaring that he had a fever.

Trineon coughed to make himself known as he took a step toward the girl, “Perhaps I can help.”

Trineon knelt down next to the girl, placing his right hand on her head, “She definitely has a fever. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to have any of my healing herbs with me. However we arrived here, it seems we did not come with our items.”

Trineon stood up, looking around for an exit. While the question of how they came to be here was pressing, Trineon had deemed the well being of this girl to be more important. If only Trineon could exit this structure, he should be able to sense a nearby body of water, and the healing herbs that grow in such places. But as it stood right now, Trineon’s connection to the seas was faint. Since waking up in this room, Trineon had felt faded, as if a large part of himself was missing. As he looked around at the other assembled gods, Trineon wondered if they too felt that loss of power.