Hesverin
In the beginning, mortals had nothing. Their bodies ached, and their hearts held nothing but hatred. Like the deities raged across this star for countless eons, they fought endlessly, but death never came. They despaired, stuck in the eternal quagmire.
The prayers for salvation outnumbered the stars in the sky, and for the first time since the creation of this world, new deities sprang into existence. The Red God, Juchilbara, and his sister, the Blue God, Alsalvith, created time. They divided it into day and night, and gave mortals joy. They quelled the fighting of the other deities, and they gave mortality to the creatures that were created by the gods.
It was here that the twin gods found their purpose divided. Alsalvith wove a grand spell that would devour the star upon which she and her brother fell, lamenting at the sorrow of the creatures she had grown to love. She watched them continue to fight as the gods which had created them had willed. She watched them live, love, fight and kill each other. They devoured each other and despoiled the planet though she and her brother had given them joy and outlined paths to happiness and peace. Alsalvith saw her magic as mercy. With the death of their star, she and her brother would disappear, too. It would be the one final sacrifice they would make.
Juchilbara spent much time among the mortals, not content to observe as his sister. They were flawed and destructive, but in them he saw the potential to change. He saw them develop societies and cultures. He saw the innate gifts of other gods come to life -- art, poetry, music, craft and ingenuity. He did not learn of his sister's spell until after it had begun to devour the world. He could not end it, but he could counter it with his own magic. So the Wonderwall sprang into being, at first encircling several continents with its protection. Juchilbara had spent his time among those he loved, enjoying the fruits of their labour, however, and Alsalvith's spell proved more powerful. Over the millennia, the Wonderwall has constricted as the Creeping Darkness eats away at the world.
The world shrinks, and with it, disparate peoples have been forced together. The Creeping Darkness seeps slowly through the Wonderwall, and yet life continues. The old gods remain avatars of ideals, and the forces of good and evil and chaos and law still continue their fights subtly. The world shuffles toward its end inexorably, but at a pace so slow that those who seek to stave it off seem mad to most. The gods play their games, and mortals, as ever, are their playing pieces.
The prayers for salvation outnumbered the stars in the sky, and for the first time since the creation of this world, new deities sprang into existence. The Red God, Juchilbara, and his sister, the Blue God, Alsalvith, created time. They divided it into day and night, and gave mortals joy. They quelled the fighting of the other deities, and they gave mortality to the creatures that were created by the gods.
It was here that the twin gods found their purpose divided. Alsalvith wove a grand spell that would devour the star upon which she and her brother fell, lamenting at the sorrow of the creatures she had grown to love. She watched them continue to fight as the gods which had created them had willed. She watched them live, love, fight and kill each other. They devoured each other and despoiled the planet though she and her brother had given them joy and outlined paths to happiness and peace. Alsalvith saw her magic as mercy. With the death of their star, she and her brother would disappear, too. It would be the one final sacrifice they would make.
Juchilbara spent much time among the mortals, not content to observe as his sister. They were flawed and destructive, but in them he saw the potential to change. He saw them develop societies and cultures. He saw the innate gifts of other gods come to life -- art, poetry, music, craft and ingenuity. He did not learn of his sister's spell until after it had begun to devour the world. He could not end it, but he could counter it with his own magic. So the Wonderwall sprang into being, at first encircling several continents with its protection. Juchilbara had spent his time among those he loved, enjoying the fruits of their labour, however, and Alsalvith's spell proved more powerful. Over the millennia, the Wonderwall has constricted as the Creeping Darkness eats away at the world.
The world shrinks, and with it, disparate peoples have been forced together. The Creeping Darkness seeps slowly through the Wonderwall, and yet life continues. The old gods remain avatars of ideals, and the forces of good and evil and chaos and law still continue their fights subtly. The world shuffles toward its end inexorably, but at a pace so slow that those who seek to stave it off seem mad to most. The gods play their games, and mortals, as ever, are their playing pieces.