~Creation of Terranys~

A long, long time ago, there was nothing. Not even the darkness existed yet, for there was no light to take away. In this nothingness, the One was born. He looked at the nothingness with a creator's eye, thinking of the many possibilities. First, he thought, I will need a home.

He tore off a corner of the nothingness, and began to form a sphere. Once it was made, he set his mouth close to it and ( )eathed, warming it. It began to crackle and spark, and grew to a size big enough to accomodate its maker. Thus the Morning Star was created, and the One became the One who Lives on the Morning Star.

The One then created more stars, and plenty of planets that did not hold life, but were pleasing to the eye. When the One was finished with his galaxies, he was lonely. So he decided to create helpers for himself, who would help maintain the vastness of space.

In his image he created a race of beings with stars adorning their ( )ows and their feet, beings who could float through space and tend to his galaxies as farmers tend to their crops. He named them Starkeepers, for that was what they did. But the One who Lives on the Morning Star was still lonely.

One day, a Starkeeper ( )ought to his attention a particularly beautiful planet that was suitable for placing life on. There were two continents on it, named Oxa and Vyren, but even though they were lovely and fruitful, they were devoid of life. The One had an idea: he would create a race of mortals to inhabit the planet, which he had named Terranys. But first, they would need companions of their own.

In the Great Sea he placed all kinds of swimming creatures, and on land he placed all those that crawl and walk. Next, he blessed the flora of the planet, making it more lush and more nutritious.

Finally, he created what at first looked like two Starkeepers. But instead of placing stars around them, he made them small, and gave them the burdenous gift of a mortal lifespan. With the final infusion of life woven into them, they were placed to the East of the Great Sea, on the great continent of Oxa, and the One taught them how to survive in their new home.

Eventually, the mortals formed countries and empires, protected by the One, who remained the true god for most of them. One of the Starkeepers, named Tyrus, wanted glory for himself and descended to Terranys to perform miracles.

In doing so, he abandoned his station, and his section of the universe grew feral. The stars destroyed each other, and the planets were knocked out of their orbit. This displeased the One greatly, and he was saddened to see his creations suffer Tyrus's neglectfulness.

Tyrus, however, was not sorry. He had gathered a small but faithful band of followers on Terranus, and they doted on his every move. The One saw this, and cast him down onto the Dark Star, one of the products of Tyrus's neglect of his stars. Tyrus's cult mourned his banishment with wild cries and hysterical dancing. They threw themselves at the feet of the One, begging him to restore them to their master. Deeply saddened, the One obliged, but he warned them that they would not be with him directly, and that their bodies would not be the same. Still, they wanted to go through with their plan. The One, with one last sigh, transformed them into evil spirits. They now roam Terranys, carrying out Tyrus's evil deeds.

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~Formation of Cendaea~

Once the first people had multiplied, they divided themselves into clans based on both their family and the values that they held closest to their hearts.

The clans lived only on the eastern continent of Oxa for a while, until some clans claimed so much territory that other clans were forced to make their way across the ocean in search of land...land that was only talked about in legends. Vyren was a myth to the clans, and yet some decided to take a chance and set sail. These clans made a treaty of peace that would not be ( )oken until they formed their own territories.

On the thirtieth day of the seabound clans's journey, a shout came from the lookouts. Land had been spotted! The clans rejoiced, and, once their feet were firmly on the ground, had a cele( )ation. They thanked the One who Lives on the Morning Star profusely, and offered the first animal they found as a burnt sacrifice. Afterwards, the clans parted to claim territories for themselves.

One of the clans, Cenda, wanted to settle by the coast. But the clans of Shem, Gentra, and Actana had already claimed the beaches. So Cenda was pushed back. They tried claiming the next land they saw, but Olif, Andol, Pradov, and Dulos had settled there. More clans settled on Vyrus's western coast, and so Cenda was stuck, wandering in the middle of Vyrus.

One day, a search party happened to find a beautiful land full of forests, mountains and meadows. The clan of Cenda rushed to claim it as their own, planting their flag in the soil and hastening to build a town. The weather was cold and dreary when they finished it, and many died from winter's chills. They were a coastal clan back in Oxa, and therefore ill prepared to deal with the cold. The first snow of the season, to them, was a terrifying yet beautiful sign from the One that they had found the perfect home. And so they named their little town Whiterain, and as it grew, it became a wondrous city that marked the capital of their new home: Cendaea.

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~Fairies~

Long ago, but not as long as you'd guess,

Lived a wild, crazy man who was dirty of dress.

Japheth was his name, and his thinking was mad.

He owned little, a grand li( )ary he had.

He measured disruptured in fa( )ic of time,

Wrote in his journals filled with dust and grime.

Till one day, when he tried to harness

This "magic", as he called it. Oh, he did his best

But it ruptured the delicate fa( )ic, you see.

It upset the very cloth of reality.

He opened a chasm, a hole to the void,

To his experiments this new thing he employed.

This "magic" was strong now, and he asked a friend

To find people willing to completely transcend

The normal appearance and way of life.

The friend returned, his followers were surprisingly rife.

They all wanted out of their boring, plain lives,

For new exciting things did all of them strive.

Japheth gave a shout, filled up with joy,

Then hurried to start carrying out his ploys.

Once he got a handle on his newfound magic,

He hoped to the stars the results wouldn't be tragic.

Try One nothing happened, Try Two was the same.

Try Three he realized concentration was to blame.

So Try Four he tried harder, and shut his eyes tight,

And he cast and he cast, using all of his might,

And behold! The woman before him had turned

From a golden tan shade to an almost sunburned

Shade of coppery pink. Japheth let out a whoop,

And continued transforming the rest of the troupe.

The fae now had magic engrained in their being,

And soon enough they all started agreeing

That humans were nothing, a stain on Terranys.

Japheth did not notice anything amiss,

Instead, he told the fae they could do as they pleased,

And a sinister plan did the fairies concieve.

They started to kidnap the children nearby,

And transformed them to fae in the blink of an eye.

Those transformed had their memories wiped while they slept,

And so, for a while, their secret was kept.

But humans are smart, and we humans found out

Once a mother caught fae stealing her little Drennaugh.

The babe's screams awoke her, she rushed out to see

Her precious child in the arms of a fairy.

Soldiers were called, and the fairy girl plead,

Once questioned, Japheth turned an odd shade of red.

The babe was returned, and for compensation,

Japheth gave magic to the heads of the nation.

The fairy king told Japheth not to do it,

But Japheth reminded him that his kind blew it.

The first mages were born, and the fae kept kidnapping,

The humans' patience slowly was snapping,

Till one day it ( )oke, and the mages went forth

To drive the fae back to a spot in the North.

The fae fought quite hard, but humanity won,

Making Cendaea safe for both daughters and sons.

But children beware: because if you are bad,

A fairy will take you, grab you by the hand

And drag you away to be one of the fae.

So be good, my dear child, and then you will stay.

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~The Ravaging of Southern Cendaea~