In the beginning, there were three Gods within the void of nothing. Makda the Divine Creator, Elair the Life Breather, and Oros of Destruction and Sacrifice.
Makda grew very bored of nothing very fast, and issued a challenge to creir fellow Gods; crei bragged that neither Elair nor Oros could create a world any better than crei could. With creir challenge set, crei set about proving creir words, and began to make a world of creir own.
Not one to balk from a challenge, Oros tried to participate, and found itself unable. Indeed, it had no power to create anything, being also of the aspect of destruction. Frustrated by this, it split itself into two Gods, who would later become known as Oru the Grieving Ice of Destruction, and Eos the Many Handed of Sacrifice. While Oru watched, Eos used its aspect of sacrifice to sacrifice parts of its magic, reshaping them into a world of its own to oppose Makda's.
After a while of this, Elair decided that he too wanted to participate, filled with inspiration and love for his fellow Gods and their forming creations. Being of the domain of Life, he brought forth a world which was alive, and filled it with the inspiration he had gained from his fellow Gods.
When Makda had finished, crei gathered creir fellow Gods together, and called for them to present their worlds.
"Here, I have made a world of simple beauty," the Divine Creator said, presenting creir world. "It is called Angaea for its purity and minimal landscape. It is filled with sleek white stone and clouds that never wisp away, and it is guarded by foxes of marbled light. Its inhabitants are winged with feathers, and they are called angaels, after the world they live in."
Elair listened with rapture, but Eos was not impressed. "Your world sucks," it eloquently declared, "and mine is better even though I haven't finished it yet."
"If your world is so grand," Makda sneered, "then why don't you show us?"
"I will!" Eos declared, presenting its world to its fellow Gods. "I have made a world of darkness and indulgence. It's called Cirxia for its harsh truths, and the inhabitants are called cirixites for they are born of sacrifice. I haven't finished it yet, but I think it's already better than yours!"
While Makda and Eos argued, Elair worked on his world, bringing forth a new God to help him. "I have made a world full of love and life," he said gently to this new God. "It is full of natural wonder, and for that I have named it Terra. However, I will need help bringing its inhabitants forth. I have many ideas for my Terrans, and I will need you, Shvar of Purpose and Personality, to help me."
For twenty years, the Gods walked among their worlds. Makda grew bored of creir world quickly, commanding its inhabitants to worship crer. Eos spent its years among the people it created, living with them, laughing with them, loving them, shaping more and more things for them at their requests.
Elair and Shvar spent their years bringing forth and guiding into being the many Terrans of Terra. First, the Fae Folk of Life, second, the Teridles of Innovation, third, the Magus of Magic, and after them, many many other peoples who would begin to build their own lives and homes on Terra. As Terra grew, so too did its people, and soon, Elair and Shvar were not alone in being the Gods of Terra. Many new Gods sprang forth to embody the beliefs of the peoples of Terra, and spent their days among their people as Elair and Shvar worked to make Terra full of life, love, and happiness.
But upon the 20th year, Uir of Nothing, The Void, awakened vysl. Vyt saw the worlds which had come into being, felt the absence of absence where vyt would be. Jealous and threatened, vyt lashed out, taking hold of the three deities and imprisoning them within vysl, within the void.
Oru, who had remained passive all this time, was left to roam free, among Uir's hopes that it would use its aspect of destruction to make The Void whole again. But Oru had become saddened by its inability to participate in Makda's challenge, and wouldn't dare fathom destroying the beautiful worlds that had been created. Instead, it hid itself away within the world of Cirxia, calling the grieving with its tears of ice.
To this day, the Gods are still trapped, and Oru still grieves. Be sure to send them your prayers, so that they one day might break free and return to us.










