Creation of the World
In the beginning, the high god Aurigol and his wife the queen Marilya descended from beyond this plane to forge a new world. Aurigol created a star in the empty void, and set the various planets around it to his whim. Marilya shaped the world into oceans and landmasses. Thus the world was shaped and set into motion.
Now Aurigol and Marilya had several children, and to them they entrusted the remainder of the creation. The eldest sister, Elháyira, created all plants, covering the world in a lush green. Elháyira's twin, Elcaïrnis, populated the lands and the seas with animals, which could live on and with the plants in a delicate balance.
Aurigol and Marilya were pleased with the world that their eldest children had made, and charged the younger siblings, in turn, to create the keepers of the world.
Ildrakhim, the second son, spoke thus: "I will create magical beings of great power, who will watch over the world. They will be born of magical energy, and live very long lives, so that they might gain great wisdom, and be leaders among all the beings of the world." And so he created the dragons, both good and evil in perfect balance, and they were scattered across the young world to be keepers of magic and wisdom.
Syldória, the second daughter, then spoke: "I will also create beings of magic and power, but they shall walk upon the land, and they shall watch over the forests of my sister Elháyira, and beautify the land with cities of glory and wonder." And so she created the elves, and placed them in the forests of the world that her sister Elháyira had created, and she gave them the lifespan of the trees they would protect, so that the elves and the forests would grow together.
Tengethar, the third son, stood forward and said, "Just as Syldória has created the beings who will roam the forests, so I will create the protectors of the mountains, and they will dwell in the highlands, and look out over the world as kings of the earth. They will be fierce and proud, and possess the strength and knowledge to defend the land from peril." So were the dwarves created by Tengethar, and they were placed in the highlands of the world.
The fourth son, Benjezzar, looked upon the dragons, and the elves, and the dwarves, and thought carefully about his choice. Then he spoke thus to his parents Aurigol and Marilya: "All these races are wise, and strong, and long-lived, but without some force to compel them, what reason will they have to do anything? How will the world change? How will it grow and evolve? There must be another race, not so enchanted as my sister's elves, and not so strong as my brother's dwarves, but equally suited to both magic and strength, knowledge and power. They will grow quickly, and age, and die, and thus be passionate agents of change and growth in the world." And so Benjezzar created the humans, who were suited to any task, whether magical or mundane. And Benjezzar scattered the humans across the land, in order that they might begin the growth of the infant world.
The third daughter, Ridelyra, was youngest among the daughters, and was very fond of her brother Benjezzar's creation. But she was young, and playful, and wanted to further her brother's wishes. Thus she said, "These humans are wonderful, my brother, but they will suffer with the shortness of their lifespan and fall into despair. We must create companions for the humans, who will share the same role in the world, and at the same time lighten the hearts of these beings who are forced to change and shape the world. They will appear as children, and each will serve to ease the burden of the humans, and to spread joy throughout the world." And so Ridelyra the youngest daughter created the halfling races: the hobbits, the kendred, and the gnomes. All were much smaller than the other races, and to each she gave a distinguishing personality. To the hobbits, she granted good fortune and happiness; to the kender, a love of travel and of novelty; to the gnomes, an whimsical nature and love of illusion. To all three she granted a delightful humor and a childlike curiosity.
All the other gods laughed at Ridelyra's creation, and approved of her works, all save one: her younger brother, and the youngest of the gods, a jealous spirit named Fezarkheddin. Aurigol and Marilya now turned to Fezarkheddin and asked him, "Now, our youngest child, why do you frown so? Why do you disapprove of your siblings' creations? What would you improve in this world?" And Fezarkheddin spoke petulantly, exclaiming, "Why should I be given this task? Why am I left for last? Why must I make my choices after everyone else has created this world without me? I will not allow my brothers and sisters to bend my will to their wishes!" The other gods were frightened of this youngest child, for he was angered and had lost his reason. "A curse on your creations!" he said, with hatred and jealousy in his voice. "I will spread a blight across this world, and ruin the dream which you have created without me."
Thus Fezarkheddin spread evil across the land, and corrupted all that had been created. The land was scarred with mountains of fire. The sea rose in ferocious waves which battered the land. Clouds which healed the land with rain suddenly burst into violent tornadoes and hurricanes. Benjezzar's humans were split among the good and the evil, and the good lived for the protection of life, and the evil became jealous of the long-lived beings of the world, and worked toward life's destruction. The world was torn by war, and greed, and struggles for power, infected with the anger of Fezarkheddin toward his other siblings.
The godchildren were enraged at Fezarkheddin, and some were bent on destroying him before his evil took shape on the infant world, but Aurigol, saddened but wise, stopped them, saying, "It is too late to undo what has been done. My youngest child has ruined the paradise that we would have created here, and so the evil of the other worlds has also come to ours. I was foolish to expect that we could maintain this dream beyond corruption. The goodness which we expected of ourselves upset the balance of our world, and now, with one stroke, that balance has begun to swing. We shall not punish our youngest child, for he has only done what we could not. We can only watch, and tend to our own creations, and hope that this world is not destroyed."
And so the gods tended to their own creations, and Fezarkheddin left their house of his own accord, to live alone with his resentment and vengeance. This world now hangs in the balance, between the loving care of the elder gods, and the jealous hatred of the youngest son.