Prologue: The Beginning
Long ago, before the time of humans and elves; before the time of the fäeries, HalidrainUlith was nameless and the land was barren. Long before there was good and evil, light and darkness, before life and death, there was nothing. Not a single blade of grass, nor a bird in the sky, no beasts to roam the hillsides; nothing.
From the deepest corners of space, lights flickered. Brilliant stars graced the heavens, great balls of gas, young and old stars. Twelve of these stars were brothers. Their light pricked the darkness and gleamed bright. Looking down upon the empty land, the stars felt sad for the earth. They fell from the sky, littering the ground with their tears. One star brought the first rainfall. Lakes and rivers formed, and oceans grew. Another brought light and life, another brother star brought darkness and death. Another brought animals of all kinds, through another trees and plants sprung.
Slowly life began to spread across the land. The remaining brothers served and tended the grounds. Mountain ranges erupted to life along the coast and boiled up in the center of the land to house the bigger of the beasts. All over, beautiful green trees of every kind. Along the coastline, to the north and south, they towered. And to the east in the mountain deserts they grew sparse but they had their own beauty, their bark was thick and their dress adorned with needles. At the bottom of the land was a never ending and ever changing desert. High to the north, the mountains were heavy with snow and the glaciers were sharp and precarious.
The land knew its purpose. The sun learned of his purpose as he crossed the sky, and the moon learned his as he watched the night sky.
Creatures grew in numbers, both of wing and of beast. Birds flocked to the trees, making nest. Bears, wolves, and big cats took to the mountain ranges, and the elegant deer took to the fields and meadows. Horses galloped, roaming free, as the more homely animals stayed within their comforts. In the rivers and seas, unusual creatures of the deep swam.
This was the first time magic touched the earth.
The brothers gathered together in the mountains of the high north. Their celestial forms were white and pure and bright. Their tall figures were slender and gentle; they were the kings of the heavens.
The eldest brother sat above the rest for he was the highest king. “Brothers, let us call this land HalidrainUlith. For it is blessed with our light. Now that we have brought life to this earth, people will come, a great and many people. They will want our Mirrth, our magic, how shall we deal with this? All of our Mirrth is too powerful for just one person to hold.”
The brothers nodded in agreement; their movement was graceful. Their brother was right. They were fallen stars now, unable to return to their original form. They were burdened now to stay on their new world, forever. Eventually they would fade away to terrestrial rock. And though they would fade away, the magic of the Mirrth would never fade away, for as long as the land was living so was the power of the brothers.
“What shall we do, brother?”
The high king, wise and all knowing, spoke, “I have had a vision of the future. A company of brothers, much like our own, shall travel from the south and shall find our Mirrth stones. This, we will let happen. For their race, is good and full of potential. They shall occupy our land and bring forth much pain and sadness, but also joy and wonder. Others will come. It will all be for good in the end.”
Near the end of his speech, he could feel his body begin to solidify to marble. “It is time. Do not fear, my brothers, death does not greet us, but an ever lasting life. We shall live within those whom our Mirrth touches.”
Looks of love and admiration towards one another were exchanged between brothers. They were to never see each other again in this form, just as they were to never be stars. As the Mirrth, they were everywhere and forever, always with each other, always brothers. In their lasts moments, their shoulders were clasped in embrace; their forms began to grow brighter, their light and warmth covering all of HalidrainUlith. Every being was filled with their power. And then they were gone, and their light was gone. All that was left was twelve polished pillars, each containing the power of the Mirrth. No one would touch them for a thousand years.