Calibur Silversong

One in every thousand years, a babe is born unable to Tap the mana pool granted by the Trekin—the Three Sibling Dragon Gods. Zeroxis, Haeros, and Braan, Gods of Sky, Water, and Earth, tamed the fire within them together, for fire was considered untamable by any one God alone. Fire—the symbol of life, of light when there was none, the existence born unto a world once inhabited only by Gods. Water, Air, and Earth were easier to control, and so the Gods blessed their creations with these elements as Mana. Until a powerless Curse-Born ascended to their island and slew Zeroxis for the very power he was denied at birth. Now Haeros and Braan struggle to tame fire by themselves. Their tears for their fallen brother fall as endless rain, as they struggle endlessly to contain the fire of man. Some call it a curse. Others whisper, that the rain brought water back to a dying world. Fanatics wear the God-Slayer's name like armor, claiming the two living Gods hoard mana to rule over all of Cerberos. They say only blood will balance what blood began. One thousand years later, Calibur was born: powerless, like the Slayer before him. The finest swordsman in Cerberos, let alone the city of Mythril and it's Templars; The Umber Knights.  His request to become said Knight; rejected by his very own twin brother—(like your mirror rejecting your reflection) but done so with a heavy heart. Still, he was given a post at the Lonely Tower, the very path taken by the God Slayer 1000 years ago. Paid and housed to watch over Mythril, reporting anything out of the ordinary. They fear history repeating. He just wants to be seen as an equal.