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Morning came as sunlight eased upon the waking city. It would not be tranquil for long, people began to rouse themselves and prepare for their daily duties. It was a homey urban area, filled with all kinds of shops, stores, apartments, and more. In the center of the city a human-sized statue posed gloriously on a pedestal in front of a grand library. A figure pulled out an umbrella and shaded himself with its hood. Though the sky seemed clear as day, the figure was intent on keeping it up. His eyes were a somber blue hue, and his hair blue, seeming to be a natural pigment rather than one artificially dyed. It seemed to be a casual stroll, but if one paid mind to his actions they would notice the awkward pacing of his, and the restless glances to and fro from his dead eyes.

"...The gears of time have begun to turn again...And it seems this time..."

He trailed off, and looked up at the sky.

The statue was of a nine foot tall bald guy with a thick flowing beard, leaning on a Battle Axe in one hand and holding a Bastard Sword in the other hand heroically! On the stone beneath was carved in A Relic of Earth-Breaker, The God of War. However only someone with an eye for arcana or divine magics could see the statues eyes weren't stone? They were a strange onyx that glowed ever so slightly, the spirit of the God of War was watching this town. Waiting for the coming of the Dreamweaver to free the stone covering his sleeping body.

The library never seemed so far away.

Talia just couldn't wake up fast enough, it seemed. Running through the slowly moving morning crowd, she deftly weaved her way through hoards of grumpy people to reach her destination. As temporary head of the library, Talia couldn't afford to open the library late. This was the second time she had been entrusted with this position and if she failed this time, Talia was sure her pay would be lacking a lot of-

"Oh, excuse me sir," Talia stumbled as she accidentally tripped and tumbled onto the man who was staring at the grand statue of the library. It was one of her favorite things about this city and though she tried to keep things in life normal, Talia swore the Relic Statue was alive. Every time she passed by it, the onyx eyes seemed to follow her, beckoning her to release him, even the tendrils of fate surrounding the statue seemed to shift and change differently than everything else.

"Sorry about that sir," The fate-weaver apologized once again, resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow at the Melancholy-looking individual. His hair was an usual blue and glancing into his eyes made Talia want to cry. They seemed, dead...lifeless in all ways and from she could see of his fate, he was not necessarily of this world. Besides that, why was he carrying an umbrella on such a clear day?

Swallowing around the lump in her throat, she dusted herself off and offered a small smile.
"If you're waiting for the Library to open, I'll do just that. I'll was running a little late and well, ya know..." She trailed off, fumbling for her keys to open the doors.

Books and the smell of printed ink awaited her, it seemed.

( brb Gonna make a character for this)

Eleanor was annoyed to say the least...can't a girl participate in an ancient ceremony she found online without being bound to a thousand year old wolf demon with the attitude of a 13 year old as well as the body of one....is that too much to ask !? And gods forbid another boy approached her the last one almost lost his organ...for a demon he was childish...between his large appetite and his strange need to clean EVERYTHING he was annoying ! She sighed as she continued to walk past the giant statue of...what's his butt ( she honestly didn't care) as he rampaged behind her ( not like anyone else could see him) about the fact that he was eternally bound to a mortal human girl...oh the horror am I right !?

( decided to change characters after gaining some inspiration please don't hate me!)

Somewhere in the forested hills near the city... An overgrown Tumulus lies lost to the ages. Many used to come here and bury their loved ones inside it's stone walls, and over time it has been forgotten. With vines and moss growing between the old stones and the images inside long washed away by the rain, as well as with stairs leading down to dark catacombs...

A golem sleeps within it's walls, one who slain it's vile summoner to avenge those she had defiled for her own bidding. The golem has been alive ever since he was created, and now here is he is, sleeping, trying not to remember what happened all those forgotten centuries ago. As he was dreaming, he saw a vision, of a dark night sky, with glimmering stars, and a growling voice murmuring something. "The gears of time are moving... Fenrir is missing... You resemble his power, and you are somewhat his mirror. Wether it be for good or evil, you may carry his legacy on. You have strength to accomplish great things. Now, all you need is to do such things. You are his mirror... The gears of time are moving... Wake up." From that moment, Furorem jumped up from his slumber, trying to shake off his drowsiness.

He does not completely understand what he just saw in his dream, but nevertheless, it is a dream. And for the most part dreams aren't real. He walks out of his old tomb and gazes at the city beyond the hills. "...I suppose it's time to get some more books." He begins to walk down the hills...

((I'm going to close the order since it seems that's all the people. Order will be Bei>Relic>Talia>Eleanor>Furorem))

Bei blinked as something soft collided with his back. He glanced behind him and stretched out his hand apprehensively to help her up. However, he soon retracted it awkwardly as she dusted herself off. Suddenly a thought hit him. How had she been able to come within such close proximity with him without him sensing her presence?

He was usually able to notice these things, and more importantly avoid these kinds of uncomfortable situations. Bei watched her as she spoke.

"I suppose I could stop by the library...I'm not from around here, anyways. Perhaps there is something here that will pique my interest."

Honestly this was just a formality so that he wouldn't look too suspicious just walking around the statue. He didn't want humans to take him for some sort of circus freak. Bei planned to lose her among the bookcases later and continue on his way.

As he followed her in his hand brushed by the foot of the statue. He thought about her carefully, staring at her back. Out of her earshot, he murmured silently.

"She couldn't be one of them...I definitely would have sensed that. I suppose...I'm simply getting too loose."

A gentle breeze emanating from the cave, dust particles laced within, lifted high in the sky collecting themselves at a focal point perch high above the cave entrance in a nearby tree. A man materializing he wore a long-sleeved crimson coat and full-length dark trousers. Over the coat he wears two buckled belts, a grey vest held in place by a single strap over his left shoulder, and two buckled belts which he also uses to carry his gourd on his back. Removing a pristine pocket watch from his shinorai pouch hoisted on his lower left back. Looking down at the minute and hour hand's, they were frozen in place. Flipping it back closed, he replaced it. "Almost time.....why is the brute never heed me within their subconscious" (hard head, soft brain.) The man cracked a chuckle at his own joke. "One down.. one to go.(The day isn't getting any younger, nightfall will be upon us soon and I don't know if I have the strength alone to defend this town.)

A bird rested on the skyward sword his statues body raised up... It annoyed him. Why wouldn't the Fateweaver free him? He knew she was here, he could feel her energy. Release me, release me Fateweaver please and I will fight your wars for you! But alas, his godly body was still just a statue, for now.

"New then? I guess visiting the Library is a good start to get information on the City, huh?" Talia chattered once the door had been opened. Passing a side glance at the angry looking girl before continuing to talk to the sad-looking newcomer.

"According to Legend, this was once a city for the Gods to come and greet their people. Many say magic is well woven within the roots here and that maybe even some of the Gods walk amongst us," She gave him a hopefully smile and a wink, hoping it might cheer him up. He was definitely a strange one.

As for the remained of the day, Talia just couldn't sit still.

Time ticked away and she couldn't just seem to focus, her mind always drifted to the Statue out front. It was mildly annoying, the way she would try to find something remotely entertaining or something to dust or organize, only to have her attention ultimately drawn back to the tall work of stone in front of the gleaming glass windows. What was it about that Statue that urged her so to get so close to it. It was just a statue right? Nothing special, right?

Her curiosity, getting the better of her, the Fateweaver decided to do what she thought was best. Research! Browsing amongst the books of legends and myths, Talia smiled at all her favorite books until she found one titled: Story of the Gods. If she remembered correctly, the Statue was of some lost God. Struggling to reach the book that just happened to be on the top shelf of the bookcase, The Fateweaver growled in frustration at her height. Why was she so short? If only her Fate-weaving abilities worked on herself, maybe she could've changed her height?

Eleanore and her 'friend' continued to argue as they sat below the statue.
" and the worst part is that no one else can see you!"
She shouts at him in exasperation before standing up and walking into the library with him in tow.
" well sorry if you had to just pull a random scurvy sword out of the damn ice!" He replies smacking a bookshelf and unknowingly knocking most of the books on to talia . The two continue to argue but now only in whispers as they make their way to the back of the library.

Furorem continued his trek from the hidden tumulus, weaving through the trees and plant life. He eventually saw a rock near the tree line he could climb onto and perch on, to observe the city without being seen. He made his way down to the rock, and peered over the top of it.

City, steel wagons moving along black path, a stone statue of a man with a sword, and what appears to be a library. Perfect. Now to just find a way to sneak over... wait. It's broad daylight isn't it? Surely someone would see him slip into the alleyways, even if he was going as fast as he could. Oh well. What're they going to do? Tell the guards that they seen a giant wolf made of rock just run into an alleyway?

He quickly sprinted from the rock to the city, entering the nearest inlet.

As the books cascaded upon Talia, Bei used his umbrella to deflect them away. With someone so boisterous in the library, it wasn't surprising they would cause some trouble, be it intentional or not. Also he suspected whoever was on the other side may have a couple screws loose.

He casted a withering glare towards Eleanor and her companion, but was quickly distracted by something else. While he had been preoccupied with handling Talia and Eleanore, he hadn't noticed that his radar had been picking up something.

"...Excuse me."

He hurriedly walked outside of the library and scaled the walls. Once he had reached the highest point of the library he checked his radar once again. His troubled face then turned into one of resignation as he pocketed the radar and looked up at the gathering clouds.

"Looks like we have company."

He had seen numerous blips that populated the outskirts of his radar, but were slowly converging onto one singular point in the center. The tranquility of this city was soon to be disrupted. His ears perked up at the sounds of screams in the distance.

Tsuna unsure if should engage the people of the town. He would stick out like a sort thumb. Not by his looks but by his actions. Sitting on his perch in a cross legged fashion as if not on a branch, maintaining perfect equilibrium. Placing a hand over his left eye, held his free hand vertical with only his pointer and middle fingers extended. Focusing his aura, sand began to gather in front of his person creating a construct...an eye ball: Eye of Ages. As long as he kept a single eye shut, he could use this construct as a reconnaissance tool. Blowing at the object, it began to leave his presence as the wind carried it away...

Among the Books of the Old Gods she would find a particular book, just over 800 pages on a hero who fought against the god of war this man had bright white hair and had magic powers similar to Talia's. He is name was Bathurst Bonzeborn and he lived hundreds of years ago, the tomes said he had a great battle with the most powerful of all the gods but he used his magic to turn the nine foot tall giant god to pure stone including his weapons but with Onyx eyes that could eternally watch the world....

Tome of War

"He was born when a tsunami crashed into a mountain and carved his body from the stone."

"He became unbeatable in combat by the are of eight."

"Victor of 12 wars and conqueror of 5 different nations."

"One swing of his axe could cut a mountain in half."

"His sword was responsible for the deaths of at least 5,000 warriors."

"... His name was Relic 'The Goliath' Earth-Breaker..."

Talia grimaced as she heard the bookshelf creak and was more than sure that millions of heavy books were bound to fall on her. To her surprise, nothing had happened and the books had fallen around her instead of on top of her. Noticing that the melancholy man from before had saved her, she smiled at him and muttered a thanks before fix the bookshelf so nothing else could possibly happen. Why couldn't fate intervene when she wanted it to?

After finishing tidying up the messy bookshelf, Talia grabbed the novel titled: The Book of the Old Gods and found herself a comfortable spot to read. Reading through the book, she was interested to find a tale of the Statue outside and how he was once mortal and eventually a god. Featured in the Tome of War, she learned of Bathurst Bonzeborn who apparently was just like Talia. She didn't think she would ever find a story featuring a Fatewaver.

"Only, the words of a weaver of Fate can break his prison and return him to war..." Talia read out loud, her blue eyes drifting to the large statue outside.

As the screaming of terror started, Talia closed the Tome and took a deep breath. It looked like Fate was intervening, too bad for her living a normal life. Quietly, leaving the library, Talia stood in front of the large stone, staring boldly into it's Onyx eyes.
"Relic, I release thee from thy stony prison. Awaken, by words from thy mistress and weaver of fate. God of War I grant thee a vessel of flesh and bones, be reborn and may you live for the thrill of battle once more"

Feeling a sudden wave of energy nearby Eleanore's companion quickly pushed Eleanore behind him and snarled at the door watching the giant statue with malice.
"Gigantiske krigs stiger igjen relikvien avkastning "
He says In an older Norwegian accent. Eleanor sighs and pulls away from the boom she's reading
" seriously fen another fallen god...that's the 7th time this month and he's right outside!...you don't just shout things like that...."
She sighs then chases Fen out the door and runs outside.
She looks over at Talia and screams
" Do you know how long it takes to defeat a god!....the last one took four days .....what in all of Helheim where you thinking. I hate weavers of fate....probably the reason I ended up killing one of the Norns themselves...that is probably not the best thing to say but I'm to angry to care!"

Furorem had been able to successfully slip into the alleyways... after a hundred people had seen him sprint into it's inlets. Some even had some flashing gadgets with them. That can't be good. But, nevertheless. He made it. Now... to just sneak over into the library... possibly through the back entrance if it has one.

He begins walking through the alleyways, trying to avoid ones that gave view to the streets of the city.

He brandished his umbrella as he took a defensive stance. In the distance, streaks of light were growing larger by the second. Growing would be wrong, they were closing distance between the library and themselves fast. Bei'Ai's eyes strayed to the woman coming outside the library, accompanied by the creature.

"What the hell is tha-"

He had lowered his guard talking to the girl and was struck in the stomach by one of the streaks of light. He was then sent flying off into the horizon, towards the direction of the city. The streak of light was some kind of foot soldier with feathered wings, and he was soon joined with others with similar armaments as him.

Observing happenings through his 3rd eye, Tsuna bidded his time while maintaining his isolation, as he wanted gather some intel on these new assailants.