As the world was reestablishing itself, assembling the bits and pieces that made it so, the Arcobaleno sat amongst themselves as they often did in those beginning times before they settled in their own realms. The children who were not children, immortal elder beings that are more than gods. The Arcobaleno. Eight in total, and so often divided in their views.

It was such a division that arose in this conversation. This time, it was between the Mirrored Pair and the Marksman. With so much time having passed, it's impossible to say which of the pair issued the challenge- the woman with hair as dark as the depths of the ocean or the man with eyes as clear a blue as rain reflecting the sky. Regardless, they shared the same doubt towards a statement the Marksman had made. He claimed, after all, that he could do more destruction with one careless gesture than they could do together with effort. It should be no surprise that they took offense at that.

Before blows could come to pass, their shadow hooded kin gave a scoff. "All I'm hearing is mindless boasting on either side," they grumbled. "If I wanted nothing but words, then I'd listen to the wind howling, or the youngest among us complain."

As the youngest protested, another of their number gave a knowing smile. Their crimson hearted brother rarely participated in such squabbles personally, but he was infamous for nudging things forward to more interesting paths. "That is a point finely made," he added, leaning forward with his lips gently curved and his hands tucked into his robes. "If you wish to prove something, would it not be wise to do so with actions instead of your voice?"

"I don't have to prove anything," the Marksman pointed out calmly. "But if it's a demonstration you want, I'll be glad to give one."

And that was how around half their number took to what would be, could be, might've been a forest before a part of the world had been ravaged with parts of itself adrift. One to demonstrate, two for the challenge, and two for the show. Quite satisfied with the turnabout, he turned back to the ground that had been chosen. All it took was a flick of his fingers, and some errant embers left from his fingertips.

The embers were small but glowed brightly, and soon enough that glow was consuming all it could in a vicious wildfire. It was a scene full of nothing more or less than pure chaos, a sphere in which the Marksman himself was at home in, and he gave a pointed gesture to it as things turned to ash.

This was the sort of thing he had meant- even embers could turn into wildfires. It was a hard thing to argue against; the Mirrored Pair didn't try.

Yet in the ashes of the could-have-been forest, there were still embers. In those embers there was still power, although it was not even a hair of the Marksman's. Thus those embers gained life, forming into eyes as brilliant as topaz.

So was the God of Ember and Wildfire born.

Author's Note: Since this is a God AU, I do plan on eventually writing a fic focusing on how mortals react to them and how this translates into religion and such! Thus, if you have any questions on *that* aspect of this AU, please feel free to leave a comment with it here on this fic or hit me up with an ask on my tumblr (trilies). It'll take a while until I get to that point as I want to introduce some more of the gods and entities, but it will happen eventually!

Thank you for reading.