It had been a week since the identical triplets made the abandoned village their home.
They were only three years old, yet their eyes held the weight of lifetimes. Though nearby villages offered a chance at safety, food, and comfort, they knew they couldn't go. Not just because they were grieving, but because they were Faunus.
Discrimination lingered like a shadow in the hearts of those beyond the trees. In the eyes of the world, their kind was still seen as lesser. Different. Unwelcome.
And so, they stayed.
They stayed in the place where their parents rested beneath the earth. Where their tears had fallen. Where their hearts had broken. The bond to that ground was not just emotional—it was sacred. Leaving it would be like abandoning their parents all over again.
But guilt still gnawed at their souls.
Though they had awakened a strange and powerful Semblance—one that saved them in the face of death—it had come too late. Their light had erased the Grimm, but not in time to save their mother and father.
And that wasn't all.
With the awakening of their power had come something else… something far stranger.
Memories.
Fragments of thoughts, images, and emotions that didn't belong to them. Visions of battles fought in different eras. Names, voices, places that didn't exist in this world—or at least not in this time. At first, they thought it was grief warping their minds.
But the more they felt it—the more the memories surfaced—the clearer the truth became.
These memories weren't theirs.
They belonged to others. Or rather… to *someone* else. One soul. One presence that spanned across lifetimes, echoing through time and space. And somehow, impossibly, that soul had been reborn—not into one body, but three.
The boy.
The girl with white hair.
The girl with black hair.
Triplets.
Identical in form, yet fractured pieces of a single being reborn.
They didn't know how or why. But they understood this much: they were not ordinary children. Not even ordinary Faunus.
They were the reincarnation of something—or someone—far greater, divided across three hearts.
And in the ruins of a forgotten village, surrounded by silence and ash, they would begin to uncover the truth behind who they really were.
Each day in the abandoned village began the same for the triplets.
At sunrise, they ventured into the forest, their small feet treading carefully across moss and roots. Their goal was simple: hunt wild animals to survive. Deer, rabbits—whatever they could catch. Despite being only three years old, the memories of their past lives guided them. Their instincts were not their own, shaped by countless experiences from lifetimes before.
But their bodies were still fragile. Flesh, bones, and muscle belonged to children—prone to exhaustion, injury, and pain. A single misstep could break them. And so, while the knowledge of warriors flowed within them, the strength to act on it still had to be earned.
After dragging their catch back to their home, they wasted no time. They trained—one full hour each morning. Pushups, stretches, stances, controlled breathing. Discipline forged not from adult guidance, but from the will to survive and grow stronger.
Then they prepared their meals.
And once they had eaten, they trained again. Harder. Longer.
When night fell, they ate together in silence and curled up on the dusty floor of their adopted shelter. Sleep came easily—not because they were at peace, but because their bodies demanded it.
This cycle continued, day after day. Until one day… everything changed.
It was late in the afternoon when they encountered it.
A lone Beowolf.
Its matted fur and jagged mask gleamed in the light. It stalked through the underbrush, unaware of the children watching from the shadows. For most, such a moment would bring fear. But not them.
Not anymore.
Instead, their hearts pounded—not with terror, but with *excitement*. This was it. The test they had trained for. The thrill of battle surged through them like wildfire.
They didn't run.
They waited.
Patient. Focused. Silent.
Only when they were certain the Beowolf was alone did they move. Their small hands lit with aura—pure and glowing white. With a synchronized burst of speed, the three launched from the trees.
Swift. Silent. Precise.
The Beowolf never stood a chance.
Their strikes landed in perfect unison—neck, legs, chest. In a matter of seconds, it collapsed and began to dissolve into black mist, vanishing into the air… except, this time, something was different.
The particles didn't scatter.
They were drawn toward the triplets.
Streams of inky light flowed into them, as if pulled by invisible threads. And then, before their right eyes, a strange glyph formed—a glowing sigil etched with circuitry-like patterns, pulsing with soft light.
It hovered there like a hologram, spinning slowly.
Then… a gauge appeared.
No numbers. No labels. But they understood instinctively.
A meter. A counter. A reservoir of power.
And they *knew*—if they filled this gauge, they would grow stronger. Faster. Deadlier.
This was no ordinary glyph.
It was a system.
A system built for them.
✦ The Authority of Aeons ✦
*Power reborn across lifetimes. A system forged through endless death and resurrection.*
The **Authority of Aeons** is a transcendental system—a collection of divine skills, memories, and powers carried through countless reincarnations. It was not born of gods, but of a mortal soul: the Reincarnator. One who lived and died across millennia, harvesting the essence of each life to create something greater than any legacy—a weapon meant to stand against the **Outer Gods**.
In this era, however, fate twisted the cycle.
The Reincarnator was reborn not as one… but as three.
Three identical children, bound by blood and soul. And rather than divide the Authority between them, the system duplicated itself—**each child bearing a full, perfect copy** of the original Authority. Yet this miracle came at a cost: the system was weakened, its vast power now diluted across three vessels.
Even so, the **Authority of Aeons** remains one of the most terrifying and limitless forces in existence. It is divided into **seven Authorities**, each reflecting a fundamental pillar of power across dimensions, eras, and metaphysical truth:
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### 1. ⚔️ **Arsenal Authority**
*"The will to wield."*
The embodiment of weapon mastery across all worlds.
* Grants instant proficiency with all weapons—mundane, mythical, or conceptual.
* Allows summoning, forging, or adapting weapons based on memory or imagination.
* Anything, even the body itself, becomes a weapon.
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### 2. 🌪️ **Elemental Authority**
*"The storm that remembers."*
Command over elemental forces drawn from forgotten timelines and dying stars.
* Controls primal elements: fire, water, wind, earth, lightning, and ice.
* Can fuse or evolve elements into higher forms (e.g., *stormfire*, *plasma mist*, *timefrost*).
* Allows battlefield terraforming and destructive scale-level magic.
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### 3. 🥋 **Martial Authority**
*"Instinct perfected."*
The divine embodiment of movement, combat, and survival.
* Bestows flawless reflexes, superhuman muscle memory, and perfect technique.
* Can master any martial art instantly and evolve new ones during battle.
* A master who needs no weapon to slay gods.
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### 4. ⚙️ **Tech Authority**
*"The past forged into the future."*
Control over machines, lost technology, and digital spirits.
* Manipulates technology of any era—present, future, or forgotten.
* Allows soul-machine fusion, artifact awakening, and system hacking.
* Functions even in anti-magic or dead zones.
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### 5. 🌘 **Eclipse Authority**
*"Balance is not peace. It is war between what must and must not exist."*
Dual dominion over light and darkness—an eternal war waged by one soul.
* Commands celestial legions of light and abyssal horrors of darkness.
* Wields holy radiance, void corruption, and everything in between.
* Can merge both forces to cause **eclipse phenomena**—existential cataclysms.
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### 6. 🌱 **Genesis Authority**
*"To create is to honor the laws of life."*
The power to restore, rebuild, and reshape reality—but only within lawful bounds.
* Creates matter, heals wounds, resurrects the fallen.
* Can regrow lost limbs, souls, or even civilizations.
* Cannot violate cosmic balance—life given must have meaning.
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### 7. 🧩 **Eidos Authority** *(Forbidden Tier)*
*"Meaning is the world's only truth— and I decide what it means."*
The final, most terrifying Authority. A weaponized understanding of **concepts**.
* Alters fundamental truths: *death, pain, identity, location, time, distance.*
* Enables instant movement, conceptual phasing, forced existence, or reality rewriting.
* Breaks the laws of reality rather than bending them—**feared even by gods**.
Together, these seven Authorities make the triplets more than children, more than reincarnations.
They are weapons forged by fate…
**And one day, they will awaken fully—when the stars tremble, and the Outer Gods return.**