Long before any of the creatures roamed the world, before the birds in their woods or the fish first swam along the stones below the surface of the sea, there existed The Primordial One. An ancient deity that cultivated the world from itself very flesh. The Air came from the Primordial One's lungs, the sea from Its tears, and the land formed from the bones that once held up Its flesh, now long since discarded. The Primordial One shucked Its form to give us this world, holding it aloft in the emptiness of the aether with nothing but Its spirit. But without a form, The Primordial One could not continue to protect the world nor continue to help it grow. And so, from Its discarded skin, It carved out two that would become the protectors of the realm.
The first child, cut from the skin that rested over The Primordial One's chest and sewn together with a thread made of the palest stalks of wheat, was known as Rosashra, The Goddess of the Dawn. Warm and kind to those she favors, Rosashra's light blesses all those that it touches. Her laughter is said to have birthed the birds that fill the sky, endlessly singing praise to their goddess.
The second, crafted from the thicker hide from the shoulder of the Primordial One and stitched together with the ice-hardened winds of the north, was the God of Night, Korasin. Stoic and silent, Korasin kept endless watch over the night. The Wolves with their cunning eyes and thick pelts were created by him to help keep unending watch. Their howls are said to bring news of danger or warning to the god's ears when his eyes are turned elsewhere.
Like all who gazed upon her waves of gold and sparkling amber eyes, Korasin took the Goddess as his wife and knew her love. She graced him with a son, Caezal, god of Twilight, who bore his father's dark hair and her golden eyes. The handsome youth forever wandered the realm between his father and mother, sparking playful fever in those that found themselves in his realm, keeping them from the blissful embrace of sleep.
Though Rosashra loved her husband, there was love for her son as well, and in secret, she knew him as she had her husband. She birthed him a child in secret. One with milk white skin and eyes as dark as the curls atop his head. And, for a thousand years, the child Baezaleel, god of Shadows, escaped Korasin's notice as he blended in perfectly with his grandfather's realm, hidden in the darkness where he could not be see.
But, one summer when the shadows stretched themselves long over the earth beneath the tender caress of Rosashra's light, a wolf cried out to the heavens and Korasin knew. Grief and anger flooded the god and he blocked Rosashra's light, bathing the earth in darkness until she confessed her betrayal. He then took her into his arms and forgave her. That union forged in bitter agony birthed the stars. Nameless Goddesses with golden hair and eyes as silver as a cold moon. Though their light is not seen during the day, they keep watch over Rosashra and whisper her straying attention to their father, who then seduces the Goddess of the Dawn back into love with him. Each of these unions births more stars. Hence why there are an endless amount of in the sky.
They kept watch with vigilance and quiet judgement. But not long after, one of The Nameless turned her eyes away from Rosashra as the dark haired god of Shadow reached his grasping fingers towards his mother's light. Transfixed that Nameless Star felt her heart ache for him and she called out, blinking a plea against the night sky, knowing that, in the darkness of her Father's realm, he would see it – a beacon of another kind. Baezaleel took notice of the small Goddess and ached for her. His shadows reaching to embrace her but in venturing into the realm of Korasin, he alerted the god and was punished. Cursing Baezaleel for being like his father and attempting to take something that did not belong to him. The Star Goddess, in an attempt to protect the one she cared for, jumped in front of her father's punishment and was struck. She tumbled down from the sky and crashed into the land.
Baezaleel shrieked and clawed, trying in desperation to reach The Fallen Goddess, but her silver light pushed him back. A creature born of shadow, he could not touch her. That was the curse that Korasin had left upon them both. Heart shattered, Baezaleel shrieked out to the Primordial One for retribution and, being moved by such sudden love and unrelenting despair, the spirit of the Primordial One washed over the land and curled around the Star Goddess, transforming her into a great tree a fixed with candles. A wishing tree so that those who long for their hearts desires to come true would have a chance, unlike the Nameless Fallen Star.
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