In the dawn of Elyria’s awakening, when the light of Solara first warmed the newly formed lands and the three moons—Luneth, Sylvara, and Korath—cast their gentle vigil over the world, Nua’s greatest creations stirred with life. The first Elyrians, born from the divine essence of the beasts and touched by Nua’s breath, emerged as three: Aron, the male, strong of limb and resolute in spirit; Lira, the female, graceful and nurturing, her eyes reflecting the depths of the Azure Veil; and Vael, the syren, harmonious and intuitive, whose presence wove the threads of unity like the tides of Sylvara. They dwelt together in the fertile Silvren Valley, where the river of the same name flowed pure and abundant, bordered by the Whisperwood to the north and the Starlit Canopy to the south. There, under Nua’s watchful gaze, they lived in perfect accord, honoring the sacred sequence of creation without flaw or deviation.
Aron, Lira, and Vael came together in the ordained harmony, their union blessed by the circling lights of the moons. Vael approached Lira first, in the quiet glow of Luneth’s pale beam, sealing the initial bond with tenderness and divine intent. Then, as the instinct of Nua’s design guided them, Aron joined with Lira beneath Sylvara’s silver watch, completing the trinity. From this sacred joining, life blossomed anew. Lira bore their first offspring: twins named Elara and Thorne, a female and a male, whose cries echoed joyfully across the valley. Soon after, under the crimson gaze of Korath, another child came forth, a syren named Soren, whose laughter mingled with the songs of the Serath birds soaring above the Crest of Dawn.
These children grew swiftly in the unmarred paradise of Elyria, learning the ways of the land from their progenitors. Elara tended the moss-covered stones along the Silvren’s banks, Thorne hunted the swift Trivox in the open plains, and Soren communed with the fishes of the Lunara River, drawing wisdom from their fluid dances. In time, they too formed unions, each adhering to Nua’s flawless order. Thorne, Elara, and Soren united first, their bond yielding a new generation: Mira, a female of keen insight; Kael, a male of unyielding strength; and Lyrin, a syren whose voice could calm the winds of the Whispering Range. From these, the Elyrians multiplied, their numbers swelling like the waters of the Korveth after a storm.
Generations unfolded in this era of purity. Mira found harmony with Kael and Lyrin, their offspring filling the groves with vitality: the twins Riven and Sylva, male and female, who explored the Verdant Crags; and the syren Taryn, who wove tales beneath the Starlit Canopy. Riven, Sylva, and Taryn begat further kin: the bold male Draven, the nurturing female Nira, and the harmonious syren Vesper. Each union was a testament to Nua’s design, with syren preceding male in the sacred act, ensuring every child was born whole and enlightened, free from any shadow of opposition. The Elyrians prospered, their villages sprouting like the seeds of trees—simple dwellings of woven branches and moss, clustered around the Silvren Valley, where the river’s bounty sustained them all. No death touched their immortal forms, for harmony reigned, and the world knew only growth and joy.
As the Elyrians grew in number, reaching hundreds under Solara’s enduring light, a subtle restlessness stirred among them. Nua, the Eternal Shaper, had envisioned her people as one unified kin, dwelling in communal bliss across Elyria’s vast expanses. Yet, drawn by the diverse beauties of the land, groups began to wander and settle apart. From the heart of the Silvren Valley, a band led by Thorne’s descendant, the wise syren Lyrin, journeyed northward to the Whispering Range. There, amid the echoing winds and rugged peaks, they established the settlement of Windhaven, where the air carried whispers of ancient truths and the Calyx beasts burrowed deep into the earth. Lyrin’s kin, including the male Kael’s lineage through Draven, built homes of stone and vine, harvesting the hardy moss that clung to the mountainsides.
To the south, another group, guided by Elara’s heir Mira and her syren offspring Taryn, ventured into the lush embrace of the Verdant Crags. They founded Mistveil, a village shrouded in eternal mists, where the Glimmerfin fishes leaped in hidden pools and the trees of the Grove of Eternity stood sentinel. Here, the Elyrians lived in harmony with the damp earth, their unions producing children who climbed the crags with ease, their laughter blending with the calls of the Serath overhead. Nira, a female of great compassion, oversaw the nurturing of the young, ensuring the sacred sequences were observed in the shadow of the moons.
A third faction, descended from Soren and Vesper, remained in the central plains but expanded eastward toward the Azure Veil’s eastern shores, establishing Seawatch along the mouth of the Korveth River. Led by the male Riven’s kin, they fished the mighty Thalor and gazed upon the endless ocean, their villages rising on stilts above the waves. Vesper, the syren elder, taught the ways of the tides, and their offspring thrived, numbering many under Korath’s steadfast light.
Nua beheld this division with a heavy heart, for she had commanded unity among her creations, a single people bound by the trinity of genders and moons. Yet, in her infinite mercy, she tolerated the separation, allowing the Elyrians to explore the gifts of Elyria, hoping their paths would one day reconverge. The groups traded goods—the hardy stones of Windhaven for the fruits of Mistveil, the fishes of Seawatch for the woven cloths of the valley—maintaining fragile ties across the lands. Generations passed in this tolerated rift, with unions continuing in flawless order, birthing children of wisdom and strength: in Windhaven, the syren Gale and female Aria begat with male Torin a line of mountaineers; in Mistveil, male Eldric, female Liora, and syren Seren produced explorers of the mists; in Seawatch, the trio of syren Marin, female Thalira, and male Korvan swelled their coastal kin.
But as the moons cycled through countless turns, envy crept into the hearts of some. In the prosperous village of Seawatch, where the Azure Veil yielded abundant harvests from the sea, a council gathered under the crimson glow of Korath. Led by Korvan, a male of ambitious spirit, descended from Riven’s line, they discussed the fertile plains of the Silvren Valley, still held by the central group under Vael’s enduring descendants. “The valley’s soils are rich beyond our shores,” Korvan declared to his kin, including the syren Marin and female Thalira, whose unions had blessed Seawatch with many. “We grow crowded by the waves; let us seek a share of that land, for Nua’s creation is vast and meant for all.”
The council agreed, and emissaries—Korvan, Marin, and a young female named Elowen—journeyed inland to the Silvren Valley. There, they met with the valley’s elders: the wise male Aron-descendant Thorne II, the nurturing female Lira-heir Elara II, and the harmonious syren Vael-kin Soren II. In the shade of the Starlit Canopy, they presented their request: “Grant us a portion of your valley, that our people may till its earth and expand our harmony.”
But the valley folk, cherishing their ancestral home where the first unions had blossomed, refused. “The Silvren is the heart of Elyria,” Thorne II replied, his voice firm as the Crest of Dawn. “It sustains us all in spirit; to divide it would wound the unity Nua desires.”
Rejected, the emissaries returned to Seawatch, where anger festered like a storm over the Azure Veil. Korvan, his pride ignited, rallied his people: “They hoard what should be shared! This is an opposition to Nua’s will of equity.” Marin and Elowen, swayed by the fury, echoed his call, and soon the council turned to darker counsel. Under Luneth’s dreamlike light, they plotted not persuasion, but force.
Thus, the first war erupted upon Elyria. Warriors from Seawatch, armed with short wooden clubs fashioned from the branches of the Grove of Eternity, marched upon the Silvren Valley. The valley folk, unprepared for such betrayal, met them in defense along the river’s bend. Clashes echoed through the Whisperwood, clubs raised in rage, and blood stained the sacred earth for the first time. Korvan fell to Thorne II’s desperate strike, his life ebbing away under Sylvara’s gaze. Elowen perished in the fray, her form crumpling beside the Silvren’s waters. From the valley, Soren II and many kin lay still, their eyes dimming as Solara rose.
With these deaths, the veil of immortality shattered. Death entered Elyria, a shadow born of anger and division, an opposition that Nua had foreseen yet hoped to avert. The survivors wailed beneath the three moons, their cries rising to the heavens, as the world forever changed, its harmony fractured by the hands of its own people.
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