Glural

Millennia have passed since an abyssal hunger swallowed the Khazm. Despair had consumed all but a single bastion of life. The name of this creature was lost to time, the legends speak that she called out to those with the will to survive. She sang to them throughout the planes, through time as if sifting through sand. Those who could hear her call were summoned, through countless trials she tested them. Her children stood guard while she nurtured these heroes. Of her three children, one fell to Despair and was sundered, another wounded Despair, saving his mother. The last of her children stood a lonely vigil, protecting her weary mother and the scattered heroes she'd called to her arms.   The whispers of gods speak of The Three, The Raven King, The Sapphire, and The Raven's Shadow. Though time has forgotten, the gods have not. Through the will of the three, Despair was laid low, and swallowed by the Shadow. As all that was consumed erupted through creation, all of the heavens, the hells, and the various planes of existence flooded themselves, the three brought balance through a final act of heroism. The Raven King ascended to guide the gods, and their realms from threats above. The Raven's Shadow descended to shield all of existence from the lower planes. The Sapphire became the pillar upon which time itself would turn.   The three faded from time, known to few, and spoken of by fewer. For those who were consumed, nothing could save them, from the oldest of dragons, the greatest of kings, to the meekest of insects. Life was to be recreated, Hope was reborn, and the Three had overcome Despair.