Scion

Our story begins in nothingness. A boundless void, silent and infinite, stretched in every direction. At the center of this emptiness floated Creator, her thoughts like sparks against the darkness. Alone in the silence with nothing and no one she felt a deep, aching longing for company and connection. So she began to weave the universe from the yearning in her heart.

Creator spun stars like threads of light, each one burning with its own secret brilliance. Around them she danced planets into being, spinning worlds that shimmered with possibility and wonder. One golden sun, brighter and warmer than the rest, drew her attention. Around it she shaped a small blue world that was full of promise.

On this planet, she birthed the first living beings as guardians and shapers of life. With names that would echo in history, Nuwa, Odin, Quetzalcoatl, Ra, Gaia, and Obatala, the lesser gods each carried a spark of Creator's divinity, and with their hands our world sprang to life. Mountains clawed at the sky, forests unfurled in green waves, oceans heaved and swirled while plains stretched endlessly beneath the sun. With a kiss of divine power, coral gardens blossomed beneath the waves, mushrooms and flowers spread like painted rugs across the land.

Pleased, Creator sent more of her children to design animals, to shape the winds and tides, to call forth the rain and whisper to the trees. She hung the moon above the oceans, and the lesser gods became its caretakers, keeping the rhythm of night and day and the ebb and flow of the seas.

Then humanity appeared, small and fragile, yet curious. The lesser gods took them under their wings, teaching them, guiding them and walking among them. In time, they mingled with humans, and with one another, and children were born - the first of the Great Families. The fates of the lesser gods are shrouded in mystery; some may have returned to the Creator, others seemingly vanished into secret corners of the world, but their descendants remain.

Across the world, the children of the lesser gods left their whispers in blood and spirit. In China, the Feng family carried Nuwa's life-giving spark, shaping harmony where it touched. In Mexico, the Tlaloc family held Quetzalcoatl's wind and rain, a reminder of sky and storm. The Shinnawi family in Egypt inherited the blazing heart of Ra, while Gaia's gentle touch endured in Italy through the Deis family. In Norway, the Odinnson family kept the strength of Odin's wisdom, and in West Africa, the Odebayo family bore the steadfast spirit of Obatala.

Each family bears the echo of divinity, of powers born of gods. Certain children in each generation are born with whispers of creation itself. Some ruled empires, others walked quietly among ordinary humans hiding what they could do, and some were nearly eradicated. These Scions of the gods still exist today, though most people have forgotten these families exist. The lesser gods themselves seem to survive only in myths, in stories whispered at firesides and in the hidden currents of the world, waiting to be remembered once more.