The Three Princes

 There were once three brothers.

 All three were princes.

 Their father and their king, a man who could walk forged them to keep the world from becoming  unbalanced.

 He made the strongest from lightning and steel. Immoran, the Punisher.
 He made the tallest from vines and bones. Gotyr, the Reaper.
 He made the smartest from oil and pearls. Quilon, the Dreamer.

 They kept the world safe, but through dark means.

 Immoran killed and destroyed, keeping the people from consuming too much.
 Gotyr took and horded, keeping the souls from escaping.
 Quilon stole dreams and minds, keeping forbidden knowledge forbidden.

 Then the hollow ones came.

 They consumed too much, turning the realm to dust.
 They took and horded, taking the souls for themselves.
 They broke the mind, speaking in soundless words.

 The king saw this all. He tried to bring other kingdoms and other empires to help his world.

 But it was all no use.

 Then three broken ones came and with that, the kingdom was gone.

 The princes found the king dying, as the broken ones ended it all.

 The king took pity on his princes, and split his soul in three.

 He gave the Punisher salvation, and sent him to the realm of heroes and gods.
 He gave the Reaper mercy, and sent him to the realm of the silver moon.
 He gave the Dreamer ideas, and sent him to the realm of the ten.

 But the father worried for his sons, and sealed them away in prisons of steel, bones, and pearls.

 He knew the realms would need them one day.

 And the father and the king both shed a tear, as the hollow ones took the world for themselves.