In the beginning, there was silence—
not the silence of peace, but the silence before something colossal wakes.
And then, from the nothingness beyond creation, a light split the void in two.
It was not the gentle dawn of mortal suns.
It was Kaelith Solcarne — the first radiance, the devourer of dark, the sun whose flesh was light and whose breath was creation.
His form rose from the abyss like a storm of brilliance and ruin. Long, golden horns unfurled from his luminous skull, streaked with rivers of darkness that pulsed like veins of obsidian flame. A crown of black light floated above him, spinning slow, halo-shaped but broken — fragments of divine shadow orbiting in perfect reverence.
His eyes opened.
And the void screamed.
Twin pupils of blinding white flared with symbols older than the stars. Every rune inside them sang with unbearable truth — the code of existence itself.
"I am risen," Kaelith's voice thundered across the unborn cosmos.
"Let there be flame that remembers its maker."
And so it began.
The first wave of light struck the endless black sea.
From that collision — a birth of paradox — the Kaerynox emerged.
They did not crawl or breathe like beasts. They unfolded.
Scales of molten gold. Wings woven from collapsed suns. Hearts forged from shadowlight. Each one looked upon Kaelith and bowed, instinctively knowing the voice of their blood.
Their roars shattered constellations that did not yet exist.
The air trembled. The void bent. And Kaelith's dual-ended scythe descended through the darkness, splitting creation into what was and what would never be. Its edges burned with the mirrored suns of eternity.
He raised the weapon high — and every Kaerynox ignited, their veins glowing with his divine code. Their roars harmonized into something terrible and sacred, echoing through every corner of the forming world.
"Rise," Kaelith intoned, voice calm yet infinite.
"You are my fury. My wings. My sons and daughters of ruin.
You are Kaerynox — my blood made form."
And so they rose, glorious and monstrous.
The void had been conquered by light.
But Kaelith was not content.
For creation without balance is decay.
He gazed upon his radiant brood — endless, magnificent — and saw emptiness.
They were powerful, yes. But power alone is hollow without meaning.
So he extended one clawed hand toward the heart of the cosmos and tore it open.
From that wound, rivers of raw reality spilled out — molten time, sleeping possibility, unshaped essence.
He reached within and drew forth two sparks: one gold, one dark.
They twisted together, fighting and embracing at once, until both began to shine with impossible beauty.
Kaelith watched them pulse in his palm, his voice lowering into something tender, almost human.
"Two flames for the dawn," he whispered.
"Let balance bleed."
He brought his hand to his chest, carving a sigil into his own divine flesh — a spiral of gold and black fire. His ichor poured forth: liquid gold that burned white, veined with black starlight that pulsed like galaxies.
It fell like meteors into the forming sea below.
And from that holy impact, the Solborn were born.
Twin girls, rising from the molten light — one radiant, her hair of burning dawn; the other shadowed, her aura trembling with quiet destruction. Their eyes opened, reflecting both sides of Kaelith's truth: creation and ruin, mercy and judgment.
When they breathed, the world shifted.
Their blood boiled through their veins, gold and fire and stars swirling as one.
Across the land, every Kaerynox felt their veins ignite.
Runes appeared — glowing across their scales, burning into their hearts. It was Kaelith's mark: the divine rune of Solcarne, binding them eternally to his bloodline.
They roared in pain. In awe. In worship.
The skies broke open. Mountains rose where none stood. The seas boiled, and storms of divine ash swept across the heavens. Mortals far away—those tiny, fragile witnesses—looked up and saw two blazing suns bleeding light. They fell to their knees, trembling, hearing the echo of something both angelic and horrifying.
Kaelith stood before his creations, radiant and silent.
His scythe dissolved into light, hovering beside him like an obedient spirit.
He looked upon the twins — his Solborn — and for the first time, his voice softened.
"You will bear my will," he said.
"You will remind the cosmos what gods truly are."
He extended a hand over the first — the golden one whose gaze burned brighter than dawn.
"You shall be Seravyn — the Flame that Creates."
Then to the other — dark, silent, her power bleeding across the light like ink in water.
"And you… shall be Nyxara — the Flame that Ends."
The world itself paused to hear their names.
A shockwave of energy rippled across existence — mountains cracked, oceans parted, the stars themselves flickered in reverence. Every Kaerynox fell to their knees, their foreheads touching the earth in devotion.
The twins' blood began to glow in unison — molten gold streaked with white fire and galaxies of black starlight.
It dripped onto the world below, birthing rivers of light that carved new continents.
Kaelith watched it all, expression unreadable — divine calm hiding an emotion too vast for mortals to name.
He turned his gaze to the horizon, where countless universes waited, still shrouded in dark.
"Rise, my blood," he whispered, voice softer now, almost like a lullaby.
"Burn the dark. Burn me into memory."
His body began to dissolve, scattering into a million motes of divine light. The halo-crown above his head flickered, dimmed, and vanished into the upper skies.
The Kaerynox roared again — this time not in pain, but in worship so pure the heavens trembled.
And across the mortal realm, those who had never seen him…
those who could not even imagine a god…
heard a sound like a thousand suns crying out in harmony.
It was neither wrath nor mercy.
It was simply the voice of Kaelith Solcarne.
Then — silence.
Only light remained.
Falling gently over a newborn world of dragons, suns, and two radiant daughters —
the first Solborn, standing in awe beneath their father's fading glow.
End of Chapter 1 — "The Birth of Light and Blood."