The Gods descended upon the dead earth in a misty form, bringing it to life as the mists sneaked through and in between the sands, the rock holes, and waters, soiled with putrefying corpses. The inhabitants inhaled a new life from the odour of newly watered dry earth: the people and the animals became agile while the plants began to bore new leaves and fruits, and their spores, dispersed over the earth surface.

Later, the mist quelled. The sky took a new change as it began to foam some hazy, gloomy clouds and heavy wind, spiraling towards the earth in something that of an enormous hurricane. It paused half way between the sky and the earth: the pointed end opened into a breathing dark tunnel with struck of distorted lightening within. Silvery-grey ravens of gold horns, called the Ezoks, flew out from it. Meanwhile, wherever the frightened people and animals stayed, were seeing the nebulous hurricane, and as when the Ezoks had came out from it, perching upon any solid thing. "Your world is a scourge. This is the last mercy I shall give you. And henceforth shall I owe a business with you after this recreation," all the Ezoks interpreted at once, loud and throaty, and then croaked before they resumed, "Modin nation shall have the three maglets, no longer the Tallin nation. The other nations shall respect Modin authority, but can still query her subject. For no nation is above one another's law. Remember! You are your fate!" They flew back into the holes.

Suddenly, all the people and all the animals began to feel drowsy; one at a time, they dropped. Only the green plants were awake to trap the humid atmosphere of the vanishing clouds. Then, three metallic maglets whirled from the sky toward the Modin land— they were rattling with great igniting energy, which spawned round their bodies. However, the people and the animals of Modin had woken up from their brief sleep amid the intense rattling sound.

Almost when the rings reached the ground; they paused, wheeled up a little, and moved to Agon without releasing energy anymore. Agon knew what it implied; he stretched out his hands for them—two braced his right hand, and other one on his left hand, which forged into a full lower-arm amour. The waters began to grumble, and the earth trembled along, causing the other nations to rise up from their slumbers—they had understood the message.

"Hail the new king!" Orknobs woman praised as the whole Os' hailed the new ruler.

As the chants from the people, and the turbulence from the water and the earth persisted. Three adult dragons rode separately by very old males in worn-out black gowns; their grey-green skin tucked to their bones, and peeling, too; no mouths but had bulging eyes extending down to their chins, that shortened their nostrils; three reddened long braids weaved apart upon their heads, stretching along their napes; then, they had pair of two fingers and toes. Meatens, they called them.

They flew to each nation as the dragons screeched, regularly. From there, they travelled to Drogon: the dragon's lair, after they had pledged to Agon.

Glitches on Agon's voice, as after he had thought how to start his speech—how the past Kings had started theirs: "By the water, you shall hear me. By the earth, you shall hear me. We had reaped many decades from the sins of our ancestors. We prayed every day and night to Edin with all resources that could send our prayers to Him. And today, He remembered us!"

People that were far from water body received Agon's words from the earth, and those near the water body from the water—and so, the nations rejoiced.

He continued, building confidence, "I'm Agon with two nations flowing inside of me. I am indeed afraid, why me? I asked. Regardless, they chose me to be your ruler, and to reinstate our lost wealth and seats. Edin, the God!"

"Edin, the God!" the nations yelled, along.

"Modin, Tallin, Seven kingdoms of Orknobs, and Fest. Hold yourselves tight. It is time to get back our lands fixed," he folded his right fist, and commanded the two maglets within himself, as both rings gave a very slivery glow. His arm absorbed the light, lining through all his body veins as he clenched his mouth due to the overwhelming energy for first wield.

The earth began to partition with heavy quakes, as the waters gushed into and through all the pits. It was so chaotic that, however, Agon felt pity on the dismayed children—especially to those the rings made orphan right away.

"Mama!" Modin child cried, holding the broken land edge as the water ran on him. "Mama!"

The boy's pitched cry caught Agon attention. He turned to see how helpless the mother of the child was, and how people ignored them. He removed the two rings, and rushed to aid them, kneeling and bending toward the pit as he stretched his both arms. "Hold on, boy!"

"Hin, try pull up. Just be brave like your uncle. You can do it," his mom sobbed, pulling Agon's right arm even more. "Agon, do something. His hands might be losing grip."

Hin could not push further. He could not see his mother's view nor heard the words that eluded from his mother's cold limped mouth. But having seen Agon and his hefty arms, slouching towards him, gave him the satisfied hope to hug his mother and live on again.

"Boy, a hand!"

"The earthquake is getting worst!" announced a man close to the scene.

"The rings!" three men added in panic. "We are going to die, Edin!"

Meanwhile, a knock on the door intruded. "It's Eren, Milady. The King sent me."

"Is there a problem, Eren?"

"The King needs the princess, Milady."

Princess Alen frowned more. "Dismiss her," she whispered, "I don't want to see papa. I'm tired of his rule thing rule that."

"Tell the King that his daughter will be with him shortly. She's still breastfeeding."

"Mother," Alen snapped.

"Okay," said Eren as she took her leave.

"You reduced me, mother," she gnashed.

"I'm sorry."

"It will only be accepted if you complete the story," she freed a cunning smile, "So, what happened when the rings lost control? How about Hin, and his mother? What happened, mother?"

"You are not old enough, my child. Do not keep your father waiting. Run along, dear."

She stood angrily, and started walking away whilst muttering: "Why I hate Modin, argh!"

"You will get use to the fact."

"I shall never!" she slammed the door.