There is a world where the three original councilors were the heirs to the celestial powers. Fintan, a pyrokinetic, was the heir to the sun. Fire and raw elemental force. Bronte, the inflictor, succeeded the moon. He was emotion, he reflected the sun with lighter force, yet he pushed and pulled, took and, more importantly, gave. In the center was the heir to the stars. The true king of all heirs, varied and complicated and powerful. Fallon Vacker the omniscient. Fallon Vacker the north star. Fallon Vacker the guiding force. Fallon Vacker of pure undefined power. The Vacker legacy represented a return to the rulers of the ancients and a return of the celestial bodies on Earth to directly influence the world. One day, a new Vacker prince would step up to supersede the council.
There was also a prophecy. Of three queens. A golden Sun Queen, a silver and blood Moon Queen, and a brutal, complex Star Queen.
The Black Swan was the night and in that night they created a beacon of hope. A moonlark, a dire wolf. One who gave her help and took secrets in return. One who was red as the blood moon. She was destined to come from two worlds, ebbing and flowing like waves between where she came from and where she belonged. Pushing for the change they would need to ignite the new era of Vacker kings. Pulling allies and power to her in the fight against those who would corrupt. A cycle of friends and enemies, winning and losing, changing and remaining eternally the same.
The Sun Queen would be light. Someone who glowed with every color. She would be capable of melting even ice, able to force her way through the toughest shells until even those with the hardest hearts warmed to her influence. Three worlds would orbit around her for aid. It was her who would reoncile that and balance a tipping world order. She would remain steady, with a word stronger than her loyalties and a mastery of light that reached everything and slipped through every crack. A passion that drew listeners. A joy that infected. A strength that could not beg for mercy.
The Vacker King wouldn't be the next star. He would be golden and he would be strong, but his wife would truly validate his reign. She would be distant. Not many would know the real her with the space she placed between her skin and her heart. She would be a message. The constellations of what she knew and read and learned would mean the difference between ignorance and preparation for those fighting by her side. Her guidance would be from afar, something to be discovered and interpreted by those who paid her attention. She would be complex. Learned in a million categories. As angry as she was loving–hated as she was loved. As cowardly as she was strong. Her oceany depths subtle and dark. An ability not brutal but a body that was. Forceful and icy, but stable. Gritty and pink. Vibrant and moody. Bold and scared, responsible and hesitant, dismissive and invested. A musician, scholar, fighter, and leader. She would touch all the lands, seas, and skies.
Once these queens came together, ignoring other ties and the countless other agendas, they would become an unstoppable force. Capable of returning the elven world to its glory and bringing the world into a new age.