Welcome back, child of Feiradyr. Your eyes are opening. You are witnessing life all around you. Wake up to it! Swiftly now, before it all goes down in flames…
The Mother Stallarin granted each of her 3 Guardians a realm to watch over her beloved Elves.
The Guardian of All Living was given the planet of Draknass and all the land upon him.
The Elves were hers to look after in life, and she blessed them with long years and fertility.
The Guardian of All Living represented the physical body, and all things tangible.
The Guardian of All Dead was given the spiritual realm above Draknass, a place for all Elves who leave their physical bodies.
He was given the task of leading them, guiding them through the velvet, starry skies next to him to this realm, and to watch over them upon arrival.
He blessed the Elves with his own ethereal beauty and an affinity for magic.
The Guardian of All Dead represented matters of the spirit, and all things outside of worldly concerns.
The Guardian of All Seeing was given the realm between, to watch over the future of all the Mother Stallarin’s creatures. It was there the fabric of reality met the immaterial of the spiritual realm.
With the Lady Freigeye’s blessing, he granted the Elves the unique ability to create new forms of life.
The Guardian of All Seeing represented matters of the mind, where logic met imagination.
In this realm of in between, the Guardian of All Seeing could hear Lady Freigeye when she spoke to him. He became the envoy of her desires.
A Spark
The Guardian of All Seeing’s siblings grew jealous of their brother’s gifts. They feared their beloved Elves would favor his unique blessing, and neither of them could hear the Mother Stallarin when she spoke.
And so the Guardian of All Dead proposed a solution, that they strike down their brother and take his place as their mother’s envoys.
The siblings found their way to their brother’s realm, and when they looked upon the realm, they saw their brother meditating at its center, in front of a great book.
Before the siblings could move, his voice boomed out over the realm.
“I can see upon the pages of my book that I will not convince you to spare my life. But trust that neither will Lady Freigeye spare your punishment.”
The Guardian of All Living cried out,
“He sees the future!”
And she fled from the realm.
But the Guardian of All Dead was not swayed nor convinced, and he stabbed his brother in the back with a jagged knife as he meditated.
A scream, like a great roaring storm, split through the realm.
Lady Freigeye was furious at her children for murdering one of their own. Their own brother.
In her wrath, she banished the Guardian of All Dead from his own realm, and he was only permitted to leave to walk Elves to the very realm he was unable to himself enter. He had only minutes with each of them, before his spirit was ripped back to his new prison.
His brother’s old realm.
A place now filled with his mother’s cries of grief, and the torture of his murdered brother in his dreams, the knife still stuck in his back.
The Guardian of All Living, for her cowardly retreat from her brother and her failure to aid him, was chained by a curse to a single temple where she was expected to remain for all of eternity. Denied from watching over her beloved people.
The Ordering of the Story Keepers
Lady Freigeye gathered up all of the life essence of the Guardian of All Seeing, for that essence never leaves, only dissipates. And so she spread his magic out amongst her Elves.
These Elves blessed with this essence are known as Story Keepers. Beings gifted with unique knowledge of the future that would pass onto their heirs or spread to a new host upon death.
They were then given the same books the Guardian of All Seeing meditated in front of at the time of his death. These enormous, nigh indestructible books appear blank to all but Story Keepers. They hold the future of all creatures, folk, and people they meet. The book tells them the destiny of every one of these living things, including their own. However, they are physically unable to divulge these outcomes to anyone. They are only permitted to guide the seeker upon their path to their destiny, and this is their role in life.
And so, death heralds in new life on Draknass. A mother’s grief births something new.
Across the vast starry universe, the fitful nightmares of Draxu flash through the cosmos…
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