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First was Caelis, God of Aether, invisible to the naked eye. The empty space nobody thought about. Where matter formed, he was simply shoved aside.
Bulder, God of Ground, sculpted the sphere with one belted bellow, building a sturdy globe that did not spin.
The Goddess of Water came next. Rayne fell upon the ground in a billion yearning teardrops of unrequited love, puddling in Bulder’s dips, filling his gorges with her gushing affections.
Her mournful song was so unlike that of her sister, Clode—Goddess of Air—who hinged on the precipice of immeasurable madness. Her voice was a ribbon of silk, soft to touch, unless it turned to the side and slit you with its edge.
Ignos was a glutton for Clode. The God of Fire feasted on her. Consumed her. Loved her so much he could not breathe without her.
Many beings filled all corners of the world, but none the Creators were more proud of than the great winged beasts that lorded over the sky. The dragons.
DRAGONS DRAGONS !!!!!!!!!!!!
Upon the seemingly uninhabitable crown of The Burn, where the sun’s harsh rays bubbled skin into fleshy welts, the Sabersythes thrived—big, bulky beasts with black and bronze and ruddy scales. With ferocious aptitudes that could not be matched. They made Gondragh their spawning ground.
Less volatile than their distant kin, the Moltenmaws found their home in The Fade. In Bhoggith—a foggy scrap of marshland that gobbled almost everything in muddy, sulfuric burps.
Netheryn, however, was almost impossible to raid—the chosen spawning ground of the ethereal and cunning Moonplumes.
Until one aurora rise, for the first time in more than five million phases . . . Another moon fell.
