In a time long before the reign Arthur Pendragon, a king ruled over what would one day be known as Britain. He was a powerful and just ruler and was beloved by all of his subjects because of it his might was not just his physical but also his magic no one could stand against him and yet even with all his power he never once abused it.

The king married a commoner that he had fallen in love with and with her, they had three boys all born on the same day. The eldest of the children had white hair and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to be judging whoever he was talking to. The middle brother had brown hair and while his eyes were the same colour as his older brother his eyes always seemed to be filled with joy. The youngest brother had black hair and his blue eyes had a cruel light in them as if he was planning on harming everyone that he spoke with.

Even though all of the brothers seemed different from a very young age they were inseparable always playing and training with each other all three became powerful through their training but it soon became clear that the youngest was the most gifted in swordsmanship and the eldest was the most gifted in magic which he used in tandem with his sword work while the middle brother at first glance seemed like the weakest people soon noticed that he never lost a battle with his brothers and never did the same thing twice while he was not as strong as them either physically or magically he was able to plan his fights so that he never lost against them.

One day while the brothers were out walking among their subjects they spotted a man stealing from another before he took off and disappeared.

"Disgusting," the Elder Brother said as he watched the man run, "people like him should be killed to stop the spreading of evil,"

"Evil is not a bad thing Elder Brother," the Youngest replied, "In fact, most of the strong use dark means to get there and when I am able I will as well,"

"What!?" the Eldest cried out as he turned to his brother, "Evil and all those who would use it must be purged from this world,"

"Do you know why he stole that money Brother?" the Middle Brother asked

"It does not matter the reason when I am King I will set about getting rid of all evil,"

"That man was so thin it looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks would you really kill someone because they stole to survive,"

"Yes,"

"That is very dark of you brother are you sure you are not falling into darkness?" the Younger Brother asked with a sinister smile.

"I do not take pleasure in this I do it because it is necessary,"

"With that as a justification, you could convince yourself that anything you do is for the Greater Good and therefore not evil,"

"I will do what it takes I will even kill you brother," he said pointing his finger at his Youngest Brother.

"Brother," the Middle one said putting his hand on the Eldest arm, "while I agree that people should be punished for doing wrong I think you should let the punishment fit the crime. Death for stealing just so that you might live is too harsh,"

The Eldest snorted before he replied, "If you do not rip out weeds the garden will die this is no different,"

"But it is brother," the Middle Brother pleaded with his older brother, "if you do this then you will be the only one alive in the kingdom no one will be able to live like that forever and those that do will be empty deprived of a part of them,"

While the two spoke the Youngest Brother watched his older brothers before he spoke, "Brothers, I love you both but I do not think that we will be able to get past this we are to differences in what we want," he then turned and left.

"I agree," the Eldest said before he turned and walked in the opposite direction leaving the Middle brother alone.

"I disagree," he whispered before he began to cry. Unknown to all the brothers their Father and Mother were nearby and heard everything.

"This is not good my beloved what should I do?" the King asked his Queen who put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Do not worry My Love they will soon forget this and be friends again,"

But they never were.

They now trained at different times and with different people. The Eldest threw himself into learning the most powerful of Light magic while at the same time forcing his body to its limits with physical training.

The Youngest began to leave the castle for weeks at a time as he searched the land for Dark magic so that he might get stronger. In his travels, he began to believe that the strong were the ones that were fit to rule and as he searched he began to get stronger then he had when he was with his brothers.

The Middle Brother was distraught he didn't know what he should do to get his brothers back so he threw himself into his studies he learned everything he could be it Light or Dark while at the same time he dedicated himself to learning how to use every weapon he could find in the hopes that when the time came and his two brothers fought he would be able to stop them.

As the brothers drifted apart the King and Queen could only watch in sorrow as they saw their beloved children readying themselves to kill the other and so they began to hatch a plan that they hoped would keep all their children alive and happy.

One day the Middle Brother was walking through the courtyard of the palaces when he saw a crowd had gathered his curiosity got the better of him and so he went to see what was happening what he found horrified him. His two brother were standing in the middle of the circle weapons drawn clothes ripped and both covered in blood.

"Enough!" the Middle Brother yelled as he threw his sword into the circle stabbing into the ground between his brothers, "If you to carry on you two will die,"

"That is the point Brother," the Youngest said without taking his eyes off the Eldest.

"Yes this fight is long overdue and I must rid the world of his evil," the Eldest said.

"You are not strong enough to kill me, dear brother," the youngest said with a sneer.

The Middle brother held out his hand and his sword flew to him as he stepped forward, "I will not allow you two to kill each other we are family,"

"We stopped being family years ago," the Eldest said as he began to move again only to find himself and the other brothers frozen.

"I have had enough of this bickering," the King said as the crowd parted so he could step through, "You three I want to see you in the throne room in one hour I expect you to have been healed and have changed your clothes," the King said before he turned and left releasing his children.

"This is not over Brother," the Youngest said as he stepped back.

"It will never be over, not until I have purged you and your evil from this world," the Eldest said as he turned and walked away.

The Middle Brother looked at all the men who had been watching the fight, "I am disappointed in all of you," he said before he left.

An hour later the three brothers stood before their father and mother who sat on their thrones watching them.

"I have decided that this will be my last year as king," the King began.

"Finally," the Eldest Brother said with a smile.

"Be silent," the King snapped causing all the brothers to flinch they had never seen their father this angry and they all knew that as powerful as they were even if they fought together they would never be able to defeat their father.

"However I will not give all of this kingdom over to one of you," the King said as the brothers head snapped towards him, "I have decided that I will give the northern part of the kingdom to my Eldest. The southern part to the Youngest and the Middle area will go to my Middle son,"

"Father this is absurd as your Eldest I am the rightful heir of your kingdom," the Eldest cried out.

"AND IF YOU HAD PUT ASIDE YOUR PETTY SQUABBLE AND ACTED AS A KING SHOULD THEN YOU WOULD HAVE," the King shouted as he rose to his feet the castle and the surrounding land shaking with his anger.

The Eldest Brother to his credit stared down his father even though he knew that if he pushed him too far he would be a bloody smear on the ground before he could react.

The King took a breath before he continued, "The only one here who has ever acted like a proper King is him," the King pointed at the Middle Brother, "And even he has made mistakes that he has been unable to fix,"

The Middle Brother looked down ashamed he knew that his father was upset that he had not been able to mend the divide between his brothers, "LOOK AT ME!" the King shouted causing the Middle Brother to look up again.

"You have all failed to become the men I and your mother hoped you would be so this is how it will be. You will be separated and able to rule your kingdom in whatever way you deem fit. Now be gone leave my castle and do not return," the King said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes Father," the Middle Brother said before leaving while the others just turned and left. Once outside The Eldest and The Youngest turned and faced each other.

"Until we meet again Brother," The Youngest said before turning and leaving.

"When next we meet you will die," The Eldest replied before he left.

"I will not stand on the sidelines this time," The Middle Brother muttered, "This time I will make you stop this foolish fight,"

"But you don't believe you are strong enough," a voice came from behind him. He turned to find his mother the Queen standing behind him.

"Your right Mother I am not as strong as them but I am smarter I know what they will do," he said as he looked out at the courtyard, "They will build an army and when they are ready they will both invade my kingdom, alone I have no chance of winning," he said as he turned back to his mother, "But I will not be alone I will make allies with the magical creatures of this world be they Light or Dark and when they move I will also with my allies,"

"I pray it never comes to that my son," The Queen said before she turned and left.

"So do I mother, so do I," The Middle Brother whispered as he turned and left.

The years past and the Brothers prepared for the war they knew was inevitable. During the years the Eldest established his rule over the north he was a cruel leader who never allowed any to escape his justice while he sat on his white throne he soon became known as the White King.

In the south, the Youngest Brother rule was gripped by fear those that were strong and willing to do whatever it meant to stronger held sway over that land where he sat on his black throne and accepted all those who would challenge his rule, all who tried died and he soon became known as the Black King.

The Middle Brother was a kind ruler and was often seen walking his lands he made contact with many magical creatures in the hope that they would help him with his Brothers and with his fair view on punishment towards his people he became known as the Grey King.

On their 40th birthday war broke out as the White and Black King invaded the Grey Kings lands heading towards each other.

The White King lead his army of blessed soldiers and rained down Light magic on top of the Black Kings army but the Black Kings army was not entirely human within his ranks were foul abominations known as Black Knights that he had created using the darkest of Black magic and with those creatures they absorbed all of the spells thrown at them.

As the war waged on the Grey King entered the battle and while his army was smaller then either the White or Black army he did not enter alone at his side were Vampires, Werewolf's, Goblins, Giants, Elves, Fairy and other creatures that the Black and White King could not make out.

As the Grey King joined the battle with his allies the tide of war seemed to go into his favour until the three brothers once more stood in front of one another.

"Brother's, I implore you to stop this madness," The Grey King shouted to his brothers.

"The only madness is that I have allowed his and his evil followers to live as long as I have," The White King replied as he raised his sword.

"You are too weak White King," The Black King stated as he readied his sword.

"I will stop you brothers," The Grey King said as he pulled out two swords holding one in each of his hands. The three kings regarded each other gauging each other until The Black King struck out towards the White King only to have his blade intercepted by one of the Grey Kings swords. The White King laughed as he moved his blade towards the Black King only for the Grey King to intercept again.

As the Grey King deflected both blades he began to attack aiming for the gapes in both of their armours causing minimal damage but enough that the other King's began to pay more attention to their brother.

The Battle raged on the Black and White King fighting to kill the other while the Grey did his best to weaken them both so that they might stop this war.

Then the unthinkable happened the Black King fell to his knees. The White King cheered in triumph as he brought his blade down onto the Black King. Blinded by the belief that he had won the White King dropped his guard allowing for an opening which the Black King exploited as he thrust his sword towards the White King he felt a blade pierced through his armour while he felt his blade connect.

When the dust settled standing in the battlefield the Black and White Kings swords sticking into him The Grey King stood in between them with both his blades sticking into their right shoulders.

The Grey King started to spew blood as he dropped to his knees beside his brothers his blood draining from a wound from his left shoulder where the White King had stuck him and from his stomach where the Black King had stabbed him.

An explosion occurred behind him as the Grey King fell backwards as he landed on the ground he saw his father standing over them.

"Foolish boys," their father said as he knelt next to the Grey King, "I am sorry my son I wish I could let you move on I know that you deserve peace but your brothers need to be punished for this,"

Their father stood up and looked at his three sons he raised his hand and his staff appeared in it. He pointed his staff at his Eldest son and a light shot out of it healing him of his wounds before he turned to the youngest and did the same they then both stood to face their father.

"Foolish boys," he shouted as he slammed his staff into the ground and they were both forced to their knees, "I hereby curse you, your names will never be spoken nor read nor written down again by anyone you will simply be known as the Black, White and Grey King, you shall live on this planet until you learn to see the errors of your ways no matter how long it takes, however, you will not be able to fight one another while the Grey King is dead,"

This caused both their eyes to widen as they looked to their dying brother, their father pointed his staff at the Grey King.

"You son I curse with soul rebirth when a host reaches the age of manhood your soul will merge with another and you will be reborn with no memories of the previous lives and you will still be pulled into the conflict between your two brothers to try and stop them in whatever way you can,"

The earth around them shuddered as the cruses took hold on the land. The Grey Kings head slumped down and his eyes were glazed over and he died. The white king in a fit of rage grabbed his sword and swung it at their father only for him to stop he was unable to move.

"In a battle with swords you might just win but you will never be able to beat me in magic," their father said as he flicked his hand sending them flying backwards.

"This war is over neither you nor your follower will be able to harm one another until the Grey King returns," and with those final words, their Father disappeared.

"Until next we meet brother," The White King said as he turned and called a retreat to his army.

"Yes until we meet again brother," The Black King said as he and his forces disappeared.

"The Black, White and Grey Kings have fought many times over our history neither of them conceding to the other and they continue to fight to this very day," Harry said as he lowered the book down and looked to the two girls who had fallen asleep on him. Harry smiled as he sent the book over to his bedside table and leaned back on his pillows.

"Goodnight Hermione, goodnight Susan," Harry said as he drifted off to sleep.

(In a forest)

A breeze passed through the clearing where the lone standing figure stood. The person reached out their arm and grabbed something in the wind looking down at their hand they found a leaf.

"Hmm I suppose I should answer as the last true Elf," the figure said

(In a Cave)

A head snapped up and took a deep sniff before turning to the person next to them.

"Summon the others of the triumvirate the Grey King awakens," the person bowed and left, "It would seem that I should be rejecting that request from the Dark Lord,"

(In the sewers)

A man felt a shiver run down him he looked around no one seemed to notice it until an elderly man walked in.

"The Grey King is awake we must ready ourselves,"

"Don't be foolish old timer you know that is just a myth,"

"Oh really? Well then just ask the Alpha," the elder said looking towards the man who had shivered.

"He is right the Grey King is awake summon the other packs we ready ourselves,"

"Greyback will not heed this call," a voice called out

"Then kill him and all those who stand with him he has been an annoyance anyway," the Alpha said as the others began to move although one did not huddle in the corner a man with a scar across his face watched with terror, "I must tell Dumbledore," he muttered before he left.

(in a retirement home)

"Check," an elderly man said as he moved his queen so that it was bearing down on his opponent's king.

"Very good," the elderly Lady said as her bishop took the queen, "Checkmate,"

"Damn, so close this time,"

"You will never beat me, my love,"

"Yes, I suppose that is why I have faith in him after all these years he takes after you,"

"They are beginning again?"

"Yes,"

"What will you do?"

"Nothing, they know how to beat the cruse they just won't,"

"True, another game?"

"What's the point you have already one 4582 matches this year,"

"Yes but you almost got me,"

the man sighed, "Fine" he said as he grabbed the pieces again.

(in a blank area of space)

"Where am I?" Harry asked no one.

"You are in your mind young man," a voice from behind him said causing Harry to spin around standing behind him was a well-built man in his late thirties with brown hair and completely grey eyes balls, "I have been waiting to talk to you since you awakened me,"

"Who are you?"

"I," the man said while he took a bow, "am the Grey King," he straightened himself, "and I will hopefully be able to help you beat my brothers,"