The sirens blared in the royal castle where the three Void brothers were. Silent, they listened to the siren and screams of their family. Their mother had stuffed them into the closet and locked it from the inside, telling them to not come out no matter what. And that, only once silence rang out, could they come out.

The two oldest were at the front of the closet, trying to hide the youngest, who curled his purple wings around himself tightly. His purple eyes were encased with terror. He didn't know what was happening. The oldest, named Xavion was trying to look in an old book to see what he could do to protect the other two, while the second born was glowing, trying to give him light to read by.

Before the war, the youngest was always picked on, he had no magic, while all the other voidlings and void walkers had some kind of power. He was often overlooked. Now, his two brothers were trying to find a way to protect him. Of course, they could protect themselves.

"Xenon, if I die, please protect him." Xavion said, turning to the second youngest who nodded solemnly. A couple of days later, the three crawl out of the closet after a lengthy silence. Only for Xavion to take a sword to the stomach. The youngest stood there in horror, but Xenon grabbed his wrist and tugged him to start running. They took off with a lead, the sword still stuck in the eldest's body.

The youngest fell to the ground. "Xen, I can't run anymore." He sobbed. "Please don't let me die?" It was more of a question, but Xenon didn't answer. Instead, he picked his younger brother up and tossed themselfves into the Elder Portal.