Krustallos ve Fatius was once a normal woman. So the story goes. Texts discussing the origin of the Goddess and her deeds, and stories of her interactions with specially selected individuals, fill a great many of the shelves in libraries, but few are actually true. Sora possesses a unique tome of translated scriptures thanks to Malakai that discuss more accurate tales and ceremonies related to Her, while Malakai himself possesses a tome where he compiled all the scriptures in their original language.
Records state She was "born of earth and stars, but from the very beginning She did not belong." Who wrote these records is never stated, only that these texts have been passed down within the tribes since the beginning.
â Hair like gold, eyes like the deepest of oceanâs jewels, She had the appearance of any other mortal, but possessed an ethereal beauty. Her beauty attracted many, but it instilled fear as well, and her behavior only brought forth the wrath of those that soon began to believe her to be a witch even they, as mages, could not tolerate. â
When Krustallos was first born into the world, She belonged to a small community of mages. Unlike the rest of the people, She was born with golden blond hair and eyes of the deepest blues, possessing a beauty unlike any other, which attracted both admiration and fear from those around her, and a heart bigger than any otherâs. As the young girl grew up, the child soon began to hear voices in the winds and trees, and when animals approached, always did She understand what they desired. She spoke of threads to Her family, things they did not understand, even as She made comments on the lengths of these threads.
Days were often spent in Her room, creating these mysterious threads that none could see, and finding the "ownersâ of said threads. However, some threads were short, and some were long. Each time a short threadâs owner was found, She would comment on the shortness, leaving the owner puzzled until they met their ends soon after. This pattern continued and soon whispers and talks were going all around.
She became an outcast among Her people and was isolated, viewed as some kind of witch, even by the standards of mages at the time, until finally, once She was a young woman, they could no longer stand Her behavior and collectively decided to chase Her out into the world in hopes of death befalling Her.
   â Chased away to the ends of the world, with no one else to rely on, but Herself. Her feet had carried her to a land to call Her own, the very land none may see lest they receive Her blessing: the Lost Haven. The tears she shed for nights to come only brought about calamity, storms and rainfall neverending. Until one day, the people learned from their mistakes, and soon chose to chant her name in cheer and love to dry those tears. â
Eventually She found her land, her own realm forged between the earth and stars to hide away from the world that was once Her home: the Lost Haven. The pain of being chased away and seen as a demon with no right to live, no right to be with them, caused Her to weep tears for several days and nights from upon her new throne, and with these tears, the world was enveloped by constant storms. Her tears caused disruptions in the threads she wove, so many shortened and tattered as a result, and the lives of the owners came to abrupt, messy ends. The people realized what they had done and, in order to appease Her, soon began to whisper Her name in reverence.
   â However, though they were stopped, those tears left their marks. Not wanting to feel this pain ever again, it is said the Goddess removed a piece of her soul and cast it away to focus on her duties. This fragment contained the emotions She once felt, now lost to the world as She continues to spin Her threads. â
She determines oneâs fate since the moment they come into existence, spinning her threads constantly in her land. Her True Name was lost to history and She was bestowed the name of Krustallos ve Fatius by the people that came to worship her. Her heart was much too big and so She felt so much more than others. Because of this, not wanting to experience this suffering again, She removed a part of Her soul to keep locked away, the emotions that brought Her nothing but pain. As time went on, slowly Krustallos began to bless those that never bore Her any ill will. These peopleâs appearances were changed to take on Her characteristics, possessing the same blond hair and blue eyes. One blessed by Krustallos was gifted with incredible affinity with magic and came to understood the world around them just as She did, marking the beginnings of the Mvevi Uzwrmt. She blessed them and their bloodline from atop her throne and watched as the world slowly began to rebuild itself after the calamities She had brought upon them.
There came a day when eyes set upon the emotions She had locked away and, believing there was no longer a need for them, but not wanting to part with them as this was still a piece of Her, She cast this fragment down to the world below to take refuge within a living vessel, so that it may be nurtured and cared for while She continued on with Her own duties.
Little did She expect, however, that this fragment would gradually develop into its own person.
