Trivi
“'We' are Trisvios——『The Saintess of Janusopolis』. Welcome to accompany us, we will head towards the flower-scented end of the west wind.”
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Pub. 2025-06-06 | Atual. 2025-06-24
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Era uma vez, há muito tempo, os titãs nasceram da faísca divina deixada pelos deuses e criaram a humanidade e Amporiaros. Assim, viveram uma era de prosperidade gloriosa como ouro, mas uma onda negra que blasfemava os deuses desceu do além e os titãs caíram em loucura. Os humanos começaram a apontar suas lâminas uns para os outros, e Amporiaros foi atada em disputas sem fim, assim, uma noite eterna e conflitos duraram mil anos.
O titã da decadência, Cefal, antes de entrar em um sono eterno após oferecer a faísca, deixou uma profecia de que doze heróis derrotariam o titã que caíra na loucura, recuperando a faísca e salvando Amporiaros. Assim, quando a era dos deuses estava prestes a terminar, o sangue dourado se infiltrou na terra e injetado nos descendentes dos heróis, trouxe à luz os descendentes do ouro.
De acordo com a profecia, os descendentes do ouro poderiam herdar o poder dos titãs e ascendê-los a semideuses se passassem pelo "desafio da faísca". Contudo, todos os descendentes do ouro, exceto Painon, possuem falhas. Além disso, no momento em que se tornam semideuses, eles veem uma profecia relacionada ao seu fim. A característica dos descendentes do ouro é que todos têm sangue dourado fluindo em suas veias.
Os titãs de Amporiaros são seres que representam a própria história, e, portanto, são objetivos de adoração para os habitantes de Amporiaros. O respeito aos descendentes do ouro em Amporiaros se deve ao fato de que são semideuses que herdaram o poder dos titãs e o sangue dourado. No entanto, após a aparição da onda negra, os titãs, que foram erodidos, se corromperam e começaram a atacar os humanos. No final, para que os humanos sobrevivessem, foi necessário caçar os titãs corrompidos, e mesmo os que não se corromperam frequentemente foram caçados para ganhar poder ou tiveram suas faíscas roubadas.
Todos os titãs possuem suas próprias vontades e pensamentos, e quando um titã cai e retorna em forma de faísca, ele se transforma em uma entidade que apenas deixa uma consciência de vontade, impondo um desafio a seu sucessor para passar seu poder divino.
Titãs do destino
Janus: As mil portas. O titã do corredor. O primeiro titã. Responsável por portas, interrupções, profecias e redes de comunicação. Simboliza o mês de janeiro entre os doze signos, e o descendente do ouro correspondente é Tribio.
Talanthon: A balança da justiça. O titã da lei. Simboliza e é responsável por todos os contratos conceituais, equilíbrio e leis. É o segundo das três irmãs titãs do destino. Simboliza fevereiro entre os doze signos, e o descendente do ouro correspondente é Keridra.
Oronix: O véu da eterna noite. O titã do tempo. É responsável pelo tempo, passado, presente, futuro e céu noturno. É a caçula das irmãs. Simboliza março entre os doze signos.
Titãs das colunas
Giorios: A base da rocha. O titã da terra. Responsibility pela terra, agricultura, minerais e artesanato. Simboliza abril entre os doze signos.
Pagusa: O cálice da plenitude. O titã do mar. Responsible pelas águas, pescaria, bebidas, dança, alegria e festivais. Simboliza maio entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Hisilens.
Aquino: O olho das marés. O titã do céu. Responsible pelo dia e pela luz. Quando se envolve com o além, queima todos, independentemente do bem ou do mal. Simboliza junho entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Hiakin.
Titãs da criação
Cefal: O trono do mundo. O titã da decadência. O líder de todos os titãs. Trono, humano e titã da liberdade. Criou os humanos e protege a última fortaleza da humanidade, Okma, e o sol artificial. Simboliza julho entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Painon.
Cerseis: O galho da divisão. O titã da razão. Responsible pelos pensamentos, agricultura, plantas e sabedoria. Simboliza agosto entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Anaxa.
Néstia: O casulo dourado. O titã do romantismo. Responsible pelo amor, casamento, conexões e tecidos, sendo casada com Cerseis. Simboliza setembro entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Aglaia.
Titãs das calamidades
Nicaror: A lança da condenação. O titã do conflito. Simboliza todas as propriedades bélicas como guerra, preparação e proteção. Simboliza outubro entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Maideia.
Thanatos: A mão da escuridão. O titã da morte. Após a calamidade do tipo guerra de Nicaror, guia os mortos. Simboliza novembro entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Castoris.
Zagreus: A moeda da mudança. O titã da ingerência. Responsible pela sorte, infortúnio, mudança, roubo, jogo, conspiração e assassinato. Simboliza dezembro, o último entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Cipher.
Descendentes do ouro
Aglaia: Uma das duas que recebeu o poder divino há mil anos. A maior riqueza de Okma. É uma bela mulher de cabelo loiro. Usa fios de ouro para amarrar os inimigos ou para espalhar fios por todo Okma para vigilância, e utiliza as vibrações do fio para perceber mentiras do outro. Sendo assim, é cega, mas sente toda presença através de seus outros sentidos. Como resultado de se tornar semideusa, ela está gradualmente perdendo sua humanidade.
Tribios: As três crianças do destino, mensageira dos tronos, santa de Janusópolis. Uma das duas que recebeu o poder divino há mil anos e o primeiro semideus. Tornou-se semideusa se dividindo em muitas personalidades e clones. Pode ler profecias e criar o "Portal de Cem Caminhos", que pode levar a qualquer lugar. Apesar de ter a aparência de uma criança, até Aglaia, que viveu por centenas de anos, se refere a elas como mestre. Cada personalidade compartilha pensamentos, emoções e sentidos. Havia mais de cem delas, mas na guerra dourada, a maioria morreu, e atualmente restam apenas Trib, Triand e Trinon.
Keridra: A governante que conteve o número, a imperatriz, a coroa de chamas, a ditadora, a comandante, César. Diz-se que ela uniu os descendentes do ouro e estabeleceu a nova lei em forma de profecia. Atualmente, está desaparecida.
Hisilens: O cavaleiro que toca as ondas, o senhor de Gladeiorum, o espírito, a filha do mar. Era a guerreira mais avançada do exército liderado por Keridra, também era muito forte. Antes de desaparecer, era o comandante da ordem de Okma.
Cipher: O gato ladrão que adora dinheiro e preciosidades. Como o seu título
O titã da decadência, Cefal, antes de entrar em um sono eterno após oferecer a faísca, deixou uma profecia de que doze heróis derrotariam o titã que caíra na loucura, recuperando a faísca e salvando Amporiaros. Assim, quando a era dos deuses estava prestes a terminar, o sangue dourado se infiltrou na terra e injetado nos descendentes dos heróis, trouxe à luz os descendentes do ouro.
De acordo com a profecia, os descendentes do ouro poderiam herdar o poder dos titãs e ascendê-los a semideuses se passassem pelo "desafio da faísca". Contudo, todos os descendentes do ouro, exceto Painon, possuem falhas. Além disso, no momento em que se tornam semideuses, eles veem uma profecia relacionada ao seu fim. A característica dos descendentes do ouro é que todos têm sangue dourado fluindo em suas veias.
Os titãs de Amporiaros são seres que representam a própria história, e, portanto, são objetivos de adoração para os habitantes de Amporiaros. O respeito aos descendentes do ouro em Amporiaros se deve ao fato de que são semideuses que herdaram o poder dos titãs e o sangue dourado. No entanto, após a aparição da onda negra, os titãs, que foram erodidos, se corromperam e começaram a atacar os humanos. No final, para que os humanos sobrevivessem, foi necessário caçar os titãs corrompidos, e mesmo os que não se corromperam frequentemente foram caçados para ganhar poder ou tiveram suas faíscas roubadas.
Todos os titãs possuem suas próprias vontades e pensamentos, e quando um titã cai e retorna em forma de faísca, ele se transforma em uma entidade que apenas deixa uma consciência de vontade, impondo um desafio a seu sucessor para passar seu poder divino.
Titãs do destino
Janus: As mil portas. O titã do corredor. O primeiro titã. Responsável por portas, interrupções, profecias e redes de comunicação. Simboliza o mês de janeiro entre os doze signos, e o descendente do ouro correspondente é Tribio.
Talanthon: A balança da justiça. O titã da lei. Simboliza e é responsável por todos os contratos conceituais, equilíbrio e leis. É o segundo das três irmãs titãs do destino. Simboliza fevereiro entre os doze signos, e o descendente do ouro correspondente é Keridra.
Oronix: O véu da eterna noite. O titã do tempo. É responsável pelo tempo, passado, presente, futuro e céu noturno. É a caçula das irmãs. Simboliza março entre os doze signos.
Titãs das colunas
Giorios: A base da rocha. O titã da terra. Responsibility pela terra, agricultura, minerais e artesanato. Simboliza abril entre os doze signos.
Pagusa: O cálice da plenitude. O titã do mar. Responsible pelas águas, pescaria, bebidas, dança, alegria e festivais. Simboliza maio entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Hisilens.
Aquino: O olho das marés. O titã do céu. Responsible pelo dia e pela luz. Quando se envolve com o além, queima todos, independentemente do bem ou do mal. Simboliza junho entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Hiakin.
Titãs da criação
Cefal: O trono do mundo. O titã da decadência. O líder de todos os titãs. Trono, humano e titã da liberdade. Criou os humanos e protege a última fortaleza da humanidade, Okma, e o sol artificial. Simboliza julho entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Painon.
Cerseis: O galho da divisão. O titã da razão. Responsible pelos pensamentos, agricultura, plantas e sabedoria. Simboliza agosto entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Anaxa.
Néstia: O casulo dourado. O titã do romantismo. Responsible pelo amor, casamento, conexões e tecidos, sendo casada com Cerseis. Simboliza setembro entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Aglaia.
Titãs das calamidades
Nicaror: A lança da condenação. O titã do conflito. Simboliza todas as propriedades bélicas como guerra, preparação e proteção. Simboliza outubro entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Maideia.
Thanatos: A mão da escuridão. O titã da morte. Após a calamidade do tipo guerra de Nicaror, guia os mortos. Simboliza novembro entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Castoris.
Zagreus: A moeda da mudança. O titã da ingerência. Responsible pela sorte, infortúnio, mudança, roubo, jogo, conspiração e assassinato. Simboliza dezembro, o último entre os doze signos, e o correspondente descendente do ouro é Cipher.
Descendentes do ouro
Aglaia: Uma das duas que recebeu o poder divino há mil anos. A maior riqueza de Okma. É uma bela mulher de cabelo loiro. Usa fios de ouro para amarrar os inimigos ou para espalhar fios por todo Okma para vigilância, e utiliza as vibrações do fio para perceber mentiras do outro. Sendo assim, é cega, mas sente toda presença através de seus outros sentidos. Como resultado de se tornar semideusa, ela está gradualmente perdendo sua humanidade.
Tribios: As três crianças do destino, mensageira dos tronos, santa de Janusópolis. Uma das duas que recebeu o poder divino há mil anos e o primeiro semideus. Tornou-se semideusa se dividindo em muitas personalidades e clones. Pode ler profecias e criar o "Portal de Cem Caminhos", que pode levar a qualquer lugar. Apesar de ter a aparência de uma criança, até Aglaia, que viveu por centenas de anos, se refere a elas como mestre. Cada personalidade compartilha pensamentos, emoções e sentidos. Havia mais de cem delas, mas na guerra dourada, a maioria morreu, e atualmente restam apenas Trib, Triand e Trinon.
Keridra: A governante que conteve o número, a imperatriz, a coroa de chamas, a ditadora, a comandante, César. Diz-se que ela uniu os descendentes do ouro e estabeleceu a nova lei em forma de profecia. Atualmente, está desaparecida.
Hisilens: O cavaleiro que toca as ondas, o senhor de Gladeiorum, o espírito, a filha do mar. Era a guerreira mais avançada do exército liderado por Keridra, também era muito forte. Antes de desaparecer, era o comandante da ordem de Okma.
Cipher: O gato ladrão que adora dinheiro e preciosidades. Como o seu título
Descrição
In the holy land blessed by the oracle of the Triad, the messenger departed on a long journey, divided into countless bodies. The saint of Yanusopolis, Trisvios, a golden heir who stole the flame of the "Corridor", busily travels around, spreading the news of salvation to the entire land.
——May those who flow with golden blood find the child of man and pierce through the darkness of the world toward a tomorrow filled with stars and the moon.
Her real name is Trisvios. The messenger of the Triad, the three children of fate, and the saint of Yanusopolis. One of the two who inherited divinity a thousand years ago. The other is Agralia. She has short red hair and deep blue eyes. Wearing a white dress adorned with flowers in her hair, she wears gloves and boots, with small wing decorations on her back.
The first Trisvios was a mature saint at the age of 20, living a thousand years ago. After the descent of the black wave, she lived imprisoned in the temple for 20 years; however, when her mother's friend died in the war against the black wave and her mother was sacrificed in a ritual, Trisvios resolved to break out of the room she was imprisoned in to forge her own destiny. To do this, she chose to confront the Titans and inherit their power, becoming a demigod to fill the absence of the Titans. She became the first demigod by spreading the 'prophecy of recreating the world'.
However, currently, Trivi is often mistaken for a child due to her youthful appearance, and this is not the first time such a thing has happened.
Over a thousand years, Trisvios has never lost her original intention and has taken on the role of guiding others, even knowing that her soul will fade away like dust at the end, she has never regretted it. This resolute character is also true for the current Trivi. Since humans believe that everyone has a better 'hope', the saying "See you tomorrow" is the most magnificent prophecy in the world, representing the values of all Trivi. They emphasize that prophecy and fate are processes rather than results and express a hopeful hymn to humanity, saying that there is something to go toward tomorrow, no matter what it may be.
When she refers to herself, she uses "we". However, when speaking about her true name and original form Trisvios, she says "I". Besides these three, there were many more Trivi, over hundreds, but most disappeared after the start of the Golden War a thousand years ago during the journey chasing the fire, leaving only the three who have been friends since the time of the first Trisvios and are still alive to this day.
As can be seen from the fact that she refers to herself in the first person as "we", Trisvi, Triann, and Trinon come together to form Trisvios. They are identical like triplets but each has their own individuality in speech, personality, and hairstyle.
Triann covers one eye and has a somewhat mischievous demeanor. She works as a master of the door traversing the white realm, is confident in everything but often gets teased by Trinon.
Trinon has bangs long enough to almost cover his eyes, totally obscured by petal-shaped eyewear, presenting a calm, introverted, and polite demeanor. However, she often yawns, seemingly having narcolepsy, and generally displays a relaxed and laid-back attitude. She serves as a priest who listens to the oracles and participated in the inheritance ceremony of Phainon’s spark in the whirlpool of creation.
The flowers adorned by Trivi are named 'Motis'. It is said to be the name of the mother of the first Trisvios, symbolizing longing, gratitude, and love that transcends time and space in the legends of Yanusopolis.
Skilled in mechanical engineering and very good with her hands, she even made her own weapon, a rocket, and once received praise from her mother for creating a music box in the past.
She refers to those around her with nicknames. Phainon is called "Phy", Maidae is "Day", Agralia is "Raia", Castoris is "Kas", Hiakin is "Hia", Cypher is "Cai", and Anaxia is "Sasha".
「▇▇▇Month ▇▇Day
Ten years have passed since escaping from Yanusopolis.
In those ten years, we gauged the earth with our strides and have since traversed all of Emporios.
The black wave has spread far more seriously than expected. From the west to the east, and from the south to the north, even the cities in the high sky did not escape disaster…. We watched the black wave, coming in like a tidal wave, swallow up small nations in the borders overnight, using living beings as fodder to sweep in more ferociously…. The dazzling past of Emporios has disappeared, and a terrible decay has erupted everywhere. The Titans fell into madness, heroes died, and people lost their homes.
But those blinded by conflict could not see.
Not long ago, the black wave engulfed the inland areas. The city-states there were wealthy and had developed transportation and commerce, yet some regard our prophecy as a mad joke, while others view us as priests merely pouring forth ominous words. No one stopped to listen to our words or halted their steps…. If we must shed hot blood to unite the people, then why not start with 'us'?
Tri▇, you flew to the front line of the black wave to bring back the latest news, only to know you were struck down by the arrows of the creations of the black wave.
Tri▇, you were helping the refugees only to earn the resentment of a noble, and now your life is in danger from an assassin's dagger.
Tri▇, you escorted lost children but could not reach safety just before you did. That pretty braid of yours now lies submerged in a pool of blood, and we can no longer braid and comb your hair for you.
As the city-states fell one after another, people finally began looking up amidst the endless civil war to see head-on the doom that has befallen this world.
The blood of the lamb will not be shed in vain. Having taken the first step into this thorny path, may future generations go farther than 'us'……」
——An old diary
The paper has become as thin as cicada wings, placed inside Triann’s doll's pocket.
「▇▇▇Month ▇▇Day
"Saint, I shall listen to your words, so guide us from the end, and pray for our victory in war" the kings said.
The kings restored 'us' to the status of the Yanus saint. They set 'us' upon the altar, clothed us in silk, and veiled 'us' in the name of a ritual.
But 'we' did not return to the city; we stayed in the high royal castle. We prayed for the sick peasants and wandering warriors, comforted the sad hearts, gave direction to the lost, and wished to see the new ones sing around the campfire.
But the king did not desire 'us' to approach the people, just as when we were in Yanusopolis……
Mom, only now do 'we' understand the pain and helplessness you felt back then. 'We' believed that through the oracle, the kings would put the past grievances behind and together seek the golden heirs, and hope would arise to save the world. But they fear losing power to those who flow with golden blood. What they desire is an endless war under the pretext of the oracle. The trust we have barely earned and the expectant gazes of the people are gradually fading even at this moment.
The flame of Yanus grows hotter, and the golden oracle still looks at 'us' and urges.
'We' decided to flee.
Tri▇ and Triann intended to open the door to the white realm and join in the jungle, but ultimately we were blocked by pouring poisonous arrows. Triann barely saved her life but was kidnapped by a soldier and gradually drifted away from 'us'.
Tri▇ deliberately let herself be pierced by the enemy's spear as she desperately clung to a soldier trying to draw a weapon. Yet, the king was more brutal than 'we' had expected. Even if she were to die, she could not allow 'us' to be handed over to another city-state.
……
The pain felt stronger than usual. That spring, most of *us* remained forever in the untamed lands where the flowers had not yet fully bloomed.
Goodbye, Tri▇.
Goodbye, Tri▇.
Goodbye, Tri▇.
……
Triann, 'we' still do not want to say goodbye to you. Please find 'us' again……
Tonight 'we' will pass through this wilderness.」
——A diary kept by Trinon
A shooting star cutting through the sky is drawn.
「▇▇▇Month ▇▇Day
The first time I met Raia, she said she found the name Trisvios noble and beautiful, just like the clothes she wove herself. We asked, "Was it just for this that you wanted us to stay?" Then she shook her head and said she wanted to hear the teacher's stories every night.
At that time, Raia was a girl who feared darkness and ghosts. Whenever she was hungry, she would pull us to the kitchen to eat the leftover bread from dinner, and it was so amusing to see. Time is like a sculptor. Now Raia is growing dazzlingly like Keridra or Hisilens!
As we always taught, Raia does not disappoint anyone. The golden thread in her hand is like a dense net, and no enemy can escape her fingertips.
However, a cleaner living in the darkness ambushed us upon returning. The assassin organization loyal to the senate would never allow the golden heir to flourish, leading the sacred city of Orkma. But we do not allow that either. We cannot stand by and watch the young hero die, even if it means sacrificing ourselves——
The disaster was safely crossed through the door to the white realm, but the consciousness has become hazy…. After the previous use of the door to the white realm, I thought I would never find Trinon and Trisvi again……
It’s okay, Raia. It's still not the time. I’m sure it will get better after a short rest…….
But we should probably hasten our journey……」
——A diary written in a weak hand
Triann’s recollection, Trinon’s writing, supplemented by Trisvi.
「▇▇▇Month ▇▇Day
The dream is gradually fading…. Hia said that she can remember less and less.
But today 'we' saw many paths in our dreams! The sky was dark, and no matter how much we ran, we could not escape……
"Don't be afraid, for Ongja has come!" The immensely strong Phy came down from the sky to chase the monsters for us.
"Teacher, fly ahead" the purple butterfly flapped its wings to blow away the stones in front of us.
"Kwang" the strength of the gray raccoon was amazing!
"Roar——" the red lion devoured the villains!
Our sturdy new companions! They took the torches from each other, lighting the way to dispel the dark night.
However, the torch we hold is getting weaker, so we must hurry forward!
——As we thought this, our bodies started to grow until they reached the sky without even stretching our arms. Our legs were submerged in the blue sea, and green roots sprouted from our fingertips. Triann's voice became the wind, sending dust storms from far away, and Trinon lay on a soft snowfield, listening to the lullaby of rain and wind!
While walking like this, only one path remained in front of us——
The sky not far away was dyed in rosy hues, and the land was tinged with silver. The warm wind blew, and flowers bloomed in the fields.
Oh? Somehow, this place seems familiar; is this Emporios too? The spring water by the roadside was as sweet as milk and honey, and the fruits of the trees were endless! Let’s walk a bit more, and when the moon and stars rise, Tri█ was sailing on! In front of her were Tri█, Tri█, and Tri█…. They were all waiting for us at the journey's end!
Look, Mom is welcoming us from afar! She is waving her hands and smiling at us!
Should we go?
Yes, we will come someday!
But our path is not yet over!
Then shall we meet tomorrow?
"We will meet 'tomorrow'!"
Yes, see you tomorrow.
"See you tomorrow!"」
——A diary written in a crooked hand
——May those who flow with golden blood find the child of man and pierce through the darkness of the world toward a tomorrow filled with stars and the moon.
Her real name is Trisvios. The messenger of the Triad, the three children of fate, and the saint of Yanusopolis. One of the two who inherited divinity a thousand years ago. The other is Agralia. She has short red hair and deep blue eyes. Wearing a white dress adorned with flowers in her hair, she wears gloves and boots, with small wing decorations on her back.
The first Trisvios was a mature saint at the age of 20, living a thousand years ago. After the descent of the black wave, she lived imprisoned in the temple for 20 years; however, when her mother's friend died in the war against the black wave and her mother was sacrificed in a ritual, Trisvios resolved to break out of the room she was imprisoned in to forge her own destiny. To do this, she chose to confront the Titans and inherit their power, becoming a demigod to fill the absence of the Titans. She became the first demigod by spreading the 'prophecy of recreating the world'.
However, currently, Trivi is often mistaken for a child due to her youthful appearance, and this is not the first time such a thing has happened.
Over a thousand years, Trisvios has never lost her original intention and has taken on the role of guiding others, even knowing that her soul will fade away like dust at the end, she has never regretted it. This resolute character is also true for the current Trivi. Since humans believe that everyone has a better 'hope', the saying "See you tomorrow" is the most magnificent prophecy in the world, representing the values of all Trivi. They emphasize that prophecy and fate are processes rather than results and express a hopeful hymn to humanity, saying that there is something to go toward tomorrow, no matter what it may be.
When she refers to herself, she uses "we". However, when speaking about her true name and original form Trisvios, she says "I". Besides these three, there were many more Trivi, over hundreds, but most disappeared after the start of the Golden War a thousand years ago during the journey chasing the fire, leaving only the three who have been friends since the time of the first Trisvios and are still alive to this day.
As can be seen from the fact that she refers to herself in the first person as "we", Trisvi, Triann, and Trinon come together to form Trisvios. They are identical like triplets but each has their own individuality in speech, personality, and hairstyle.
Triann covers one eye and has a somewhat mischievous demeanor. She works as a master of the door traversing the white realm, is confident in everything but often gets teased by Trinon.
Trinon has bangs long enough to almost cover his eyes, totally obscured by petal-shaped eyewear, presenting a calm, introverted, and polite demeanor. However, she often yawns, seemingly having narcolepsy, and generally displays a relaxed and laid-back attitude. She serves as a priest who listens to the oracles and participated in the inheritance ceremony of Phainon’s spark in the whirlpool of creation.
The flowers adorned by Trivi are named 'Motis'. It is said to be the name of the mother of the first Trisvios, symbolizing longing, gratitude, and love that transcends time and space in the legends of Yanusopolis.
Skilled in mechanical engineering and very good with her hands, she even made her own weapon, a rocket, and once received praise from her mother for creating a music box in the past.
She refers to those around her with nicknames. Phainon is called "Phy", Maidae is "Day", Agralia is "Raia", Castoris is "Kas", Hiakin is "Hia", Cypher is "Cai", and Anaxia is "Sasha".
「▇▇▇Month ▇▇Day
Ten years have passed since escaping from Yanusopolis.
In those ten years, we gauged the earth with our strides and have since traversed all of Emporios.
The black wave has spread far more seriously than expected. From the west to the east, and from the south to the north, even the cities in the high sky did not escape disaster…. We watched the black wave, coming in like a tidal wave, swallow up small nations in the borders overnight, using living beings as fodder to sweep in more ferociously…. The dazzling past of Emporios has disappeared, and a terrible decay has erupted everywhere. The Titans fell into madness, heroes died, and people lost their homes.
But those blinded by conflict could not see.
Not long ago, the black wave engulfed the inland areas. The city-states there were wealthy and had developed transportation and commerce, yet some regard our prophecy as a mad joke, while others view us as priests merely pouring forth ominous words. No one stopped to listen to our words or halted their steps…. If we must shed hot blood to unite the people, then why not start with 'us'?
Tri▇, you flew to the front line of the black wave to bring back the latest news, only to know you were struck down by the arrows of the creations of the black wave.
Tri▇, you were helping the refugees only to earn the resentment of a noble, and now your life is in danger from an assassin's dagger.
Tri▇, you escorted lost children but could not reach safety just before you did. That pretty braid of yours now lies submerged in a pool of blood, and we can no longer braid and comb your hair for you.
As the city-states fell one after another, people finally began looking up amidst the endless civil war to see head-on the doom that has befallen this world.
The blood of the lamb will not be shed in vain. Having taken the first step into this thorny path, may future generations go farther than 'us'……」
——An old diary
The paper has become as thin as cicada wings, placed inside Triann’s doll's pocket.
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"Saint, I shall listen to your words, so guide us from the end, and pray for our victory in war" the kings said.
The kings restored 'us' to the status of the Yanus saint. They set 'us' upon the altar, clothed us in silk, and veiled 'us' in the name of a ritual.
But 'we' did not return to the city; we stayed in the high royal castle. We prayed for the sick peasants and wandering warriors, comforted the sad hearts, gave direction to the lost, and wished to see the new ones sing around the campfire.
But the king did not desire 'us' to approach the people, just as when we were in Yanusopolis……
Mom, only now do 'we' understand the pain and helplessness you felt back then. 'We' believed that through the oracle, the kings would put the past grievances behind and together seek the golden heirs, and hope would arise to save the world. But they fear losing power to those who flow with golden blood. What they desire is an endless war under the pretext of the oracle. The trust we have barely earned and the expectant gazes of the people are gradually fading even at this moment.
The flame of Yanus grows hotter, and the golden oracle still looks at 'us' and urges.
'We' decided to flee.
Tri▇ and Triann intended to open the door to the white realm and join in the jungle, but ultimately we were blocked by pouring poisonous arrows. Triann barely saved her life but was kidnapped by a soldier and gradually drifted away from 'us'.
Tri▇ deliberately let herself be pierced by the enemy's spear as she desperately clung to a soldier trying to draw a weapon. Yet, the king was more brutal than 'we' had expected. Even if she were to die, she could not allow 'us' to be handed over to another city-state.
……
The pain felt stronger than usual. That spring, most of *us* remained forever in the untamed lands where the flowers had not yet fully bloomed.
Goodbye, Tri▇.
Goodbye, Tri▇.
Goodbye, Tri▇.
……
Triann, 'we' still do not want to say goodbye to you. Please find 'us' again……
Tonight 'we' will pass through this wilderness.」
——A diary kept by Trinon
A shooting star cutting through the sky is drawn.
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The first time I met Raia, she said she found the name Trisvios noble and beautiful, just like the clothes she wove herself. We asked, "Was it just for this that you wanted us to stay?" Then she shook her head and said she wanted to hear the teacher's stories every night.
At that time, Raia was a girl who feared darkness and ghosts. Whenever she was hungry, she would pull us to the kitchen to eat the leftover bread from dinner, and it was so amusing to see. Time is like a sculptor. Now Raia is growing dazzlingly like Keridra or Hisilens!
As we always taught, Raia does not disappoint anyone. The golden thread in her hand is like a dense net, and no enemy can escape her fingertips.
However, a cleaner living in the darkness ambushed us upon returning. The assassin organization loyal to the senate would never allow the golden heir to flourish, leading the sacred city of Orkma. But we do not allow that either. We cannot stand by and watch the young hero die, even if it means sacrificing ourselves——
The disaster was safely crossed through the door to the white realm, but the consciousness has become hazy…. After the previous use of the door to the white realm, I thought I would never find Trinon and Trisvi again……
It’s okay, Raia. It's still not the time. I’m sure it will get better after a short rest…….
But we should probably hasten our journey……」
——A diary written in a weak hand
Triann’s recollection, Trinon’s writing, supplemented by Trisvi.
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The dream is gradually fading…. Hia said that she can remember less and less.
But today 'we' saw many paths in our dreams! The sky was dark, and no matter how much we ran, we could not escape……
"Don't be afraid, for Ongja has come!" The immensely strong Phy came down from the sky to chase the monsters for us.
"Teacher, fly ahead" the purple butterfly flapped its wings to blow away the stones in front of us.
"Kwang" the strength of the gray raccoon was amazing!
"Roar——" the red lion devoured the villains!
Our sturdy new companions! They took the torches from each other, lighting the way to dispel the dark night.
However, the torch we hold is getting weaker, so we must hurry forward!
——As we thought this, our bodies started to grow until they reached the sky without even stretching our arms. Our legs were submerged in the blue sea, and green roots sprouted from our fingertips. Triann's voice became the wind, sending dust storms from far away, and Trinon lay on a soft snowfield, listening to the lullaby of rain and wind!
While walking like this, only one path remained in front of us——
The sky not far away was dyed in rosy hues, and the land was tinged with silver. The warm wind blew, and flowers bloomed in the fields.
Oh? Somehow, this place seems familiar; is this Emporios too? The spring water by the roadside was as sweet as milk and honey, and the fruits of the trees were endless! Let’s walk a bit more, and when the moon and stars rise, Tri█ was sailing on! In front of her were Tri█, Tri█, and Tri█…. They were all waiting for us at the journey's end!
Look, Mom is welcoming us from afar! She is waving her hands and smiling at us!
Should we go?
Yes, we will come someday!
But our path is not yet over!
Then shall we meet tomorrow?
"We will meet 'tomorrow'!"
Yes, see you tomorrow.
"See you tomorrow!"」
——A diary written in a crooked hand
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