A Curse of Anger and Lightning

There was only One at first, lonely and sorrowful. For One had been alive yet dead alike for so long. In this emptiness, One could see all that has come and has yet to be, and still see nothing. For One preceded time and space, for nothing has been, or is to be, until it has been. Yet, with all the knowledge and power One could behold, somehow the loneliness took over. And so, this One created– of their love, knowledge and power came mountains and springs, Fre’il, the mother world came to exist. She was the earth and the water of the world, the weaves that held it together. Then One took his dreams, pride and resilience to bring Nei’il, the Father, fire of night and day, that would share its light upon the world and carry the gifts of Fre’il with his breath. One shaped the new world, accompanied by his new creations – they weaved a great basket with strings of fire, water, earth and wind and then filled it with One’s wish to be free of the void of loneliness. Solum they called him, the creator, the One – the Only. Twisted and intertwined in this basket of life, there came a great balance, it would hold up this new world on its fragile strings : Equilibrium. The great law of balance that was to hold the new continent of Remeria into a web of destiny. The one power that held life and death, weak and strong, blessed and cursed. One could only hope that this fragile scale holds. Until someone– or something, would shatter it. Many children Fre’il and Nei’il weaved, filling the basket with life, infusing them with different gifts of fire, water, earth. Only one Solum weaved, his only basket creations, his blessed guardians–The Ei’ilnam, the people of One. Feol’daria– the first kingdom in the sky. They had for a sole duty to uphold the Equilibrium at all costs, no matter the sacrifices they were to make, no matter the price to be paid, in return for endless power and immortality. Frightening as it may be, creation does not come to life without destruction, life comes not without death and power comes not without cost. Feol’darians took an oath, as their sworn duty to protect the Equilibrium as long as their Sky Tower withstood. And stood they did, for many millennia.