(as told among mortals)
Long ago, before kings carved their thrones and kingdoms bore names, there was only the Father of All and his three daughters.
Vaelyrn, first-born, god of creation and destruction. The fire that could build kingdoms or turn them to ash.
Elaris, second-born, god of nature and life. Gentle as spring, beloved as a mother's embrace.
Nymera, last-born, god of destiny. Silent, sharp, forever weaving the threads of mortal and divine fate.
Vaelyrn, first daughter of the God of All.
She was said to be both the flame that kindled life and the fire that burned it away — the God of Creation and Destruction. To mortals, she was the most beloved and feared. Unlike her sisters, she descended often from the heavens, walking among them in disguise. She helps the poor, built cities, raised mountains from rivers — yet wherever she came, wars followed, kingdoms fell, and nations turned to ash.
"Her love was too great," some say.
"She loved mortals more than the gods themselves, and that love doomed us all."
It is told that Vaelyrn swore she would return again and again, reborn in mortal flesh, unable to stay away from the world she adored. Each time, she came as a woman of dazzling beauty, and each time, her presence brought both wonder and ruin.
No kingdom that sheltered her endured. No life that touched hers remained unchanged.
Priests call her the flame of blessing and the curse of ash.
Scholars argue her power is proof of divine favor, though history remembers only calamities.
Common folk whisper that if you ever meet a girl too radiant, too otherworldly — beware, for she may be Vaelyrn returned.
And so, every few centuries, when fire blooms unnaturally or kingdoms rise too fast, rumors stir:
"Vaelyrn walks again."
Some pray for her blessing.
Others sharpen their swords.
And kings, in secret, fear the day her flame will find their halls.