Beware the Incarnations, those chosen by our Fate,
They carry greatest power, and carry greatest weight.
There is always one of each: Air, Fire, Earth and Water,
And if you're Blessed by them, they'll lead you to your slaughter.
Every mortal they have Blessed had grown in strength and mind,
Yet others lead them to regret their meeting of their Kind.
Others who have much to prove by slaying Favored ones,
To beat them to submission and boast how they had won.
And so the Incarnations met in secret to conspire,
"We must take action against these deadly men," said Fire.
"No, no" said Air, "We must protect our very special things,
I know a place hidden away where they'll never be seen!"
"Do not be fools," Earth had replied, the oldest of them all.
"Consider how any mortal we choose to Bless will fall.
There is only one solution, a promise we must make,
To hide away in secret, no longer placing stakes."
The Incarnates left their meeting, each off on their own,
After their promise to never Bless was set in stone.
They made sure their descendants - Incarnates to come in time -
Were sure to know the rules, what they've agreed upon and why.
Yet stone is known to break in time, even with a binding pact,
Breaking caused by fire, ice, or a rock's impact.
They have all been in hiding since, never seen again,
And none know which should be the first to break their promised chain.