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"Long ago, when the world was barren of mortality and the deities reigned without worship, there resided peace and harmony. The twins, the Mother Moon and the Father Sun worked together in their surveillance of the planet. The Father Sun would warm the planet with his rays of light, and in turn, the Mother Moon would cool the planet with her soft glow and keep the harsh waves of the untamed ocean at bay, preparing the world for the life that Arvora would bless them with.


It would be then, with the creation of the first mortal beings, that the harmonious melody of the world would be disrupted. As the mortals learned to survive by using the soil beneath them to grow crops to sustain themselves and thrive in this new world, they would begin kneeling down before the rays of the Father Sun, which would bless them with the exceptional growth of crops and provide them with warmth so that they do not freeze. The subtle ominous effects of the Mother Moon would be recognized, though briefly and not nearly to the same degree."


"The Mother Moon saw no issue and continued to provide the planet with her tranquil gaze, cooling the planet to balance out the rays of Father Sun and controlling the tides as she did so well. The Father Sun, however, took a much different approach to the worship of the mortals and allowed himself a level of arrogance and narcissism that would cause him to lash out at the Mother Moon for not doing as much work as he, though she did so in different ways.


The Father Sun continued to become more hostile towards the Mother Moon, his vanity clouding his judgment of his sister. The Mother Moon remained passive in her growing distaste for her twin and decided to retreat, to avoid any contact that may impede upon the fame of The Father Sun. It became that the Mother Moon would only appear after the daily reign of the Father Sun's rays came to an end, to rule over the night while he ruled over the day.


It went on like this for eons, generations, decades... the population of mortals growing slowly but surely, being fueled by the gifts of Arvora's life. With the expansion of the mortals, came the inclusion of the names of the deities. Sol, the Father Sun was referred to as by the mortals, his rays continually warming the planet and providing light. The Mother Moon was given the name Ombra, her name being spoken softly by the mortals as her peaceful reign of the night deserved such a hush tone. They were seen one at a time by the mortals... one would rise as the other would fall below the horizon. Throughout the day-in and day-out routine of ruling the night, Ombra's passive outlook began to wear thin, for even the most tranquil of beings have a limited tolerance.


On a day like any other, Ombra decided that the harsh rays of the Father Sun were too much and that she would show the mortals if just for a moment, the true extent of the power of the Mother Moon. Sol rose that morning, as He did each morning, to greet the mortals with his warmth. He rose slowly, keeping his watchful gaze upon the planet as he ascended to his highest point, high noon according to mortals. He could not hear the silent creeping of Ombra as she approached, venturing into the day as if she were Sol herself."


"She made not a sound as she crept, her delicate silver gaze focused on the harsh light of Sol. As her swirling darkness began to mix in with the divine light of Sol, he turned his deep orange gaze upon her, flabbergasted at such an event. "Ombra... it is not your time..." his tone would be haughty, yet still the comforting heat would radiate from his being, the deep resonating sound of his voice being heard by Ombra and Ombra alone. She simply said nothing and continued to move forward, her wide-eyed orbs boring into his luminescent orange ones.


Having none of it, Sol would step forward, bringing the heat of his frustration with him. "Ombra.." He nearly roared, his tone similar to that of a lion's roar. She merely shook her head and raised her arms, her shawl swirling around her in a swarm of darkness and stars, constantly moving and ever-changing. He continued closer, growing hotter by the moment.


She then paused in her approach, her darkness covering merely a quarter of the Father Sun's rays, a small shadow resting upon the planet. Her right hand then raised her palm towards Sol in a signal to stop. Regardless of his fury, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes staring into her with the fire of a thousand suns. Both of her hands went to her chest then, gesturing to herself, before she splayed her arms out, gesturing to the mortals on the planet below. As Sol had grown closer to stopping Ombra in her trek through the daytime sky, the mortals began to collapse, the heat causing their chests to heave and sweat to pour from their faces. Turning back to look at Sol, her eyes seemed to twinkle like the stars in the sky.


It was at this moment that Ombra realized she had bested Sol, as she was closer to the planet by default and could easily pass in front of her hot-headed twin. Sol's lips set into a grim line as he stepped away, not willing to sacrifice the lives of all the mortals to stop the trailing of Ombra upon his territory. Ombra then nodded to him, her eyes alight with victory as she continued forward, her swirling darkness slowly but surely covering the light of Sol from the planet, her shadow leaving the mortals in total darkness in the middle of the day."


As the powers of the two deities clashed, the stars began to swirl in the momentarily darkened midday sky. Using the conflicting abilities of the twins, a churning ball of light and darkness would appear in between the two twins, directly in the center of their two gazes, staring into each other as they stood off against each other. The ball grew until it was approximately the size of a modern-day baseball, swirling with the energy of the two deities.


Staring at the ball of energy with her silver eyes, she reached forward curiously, pressing her hands to each side of the orb. Sol stared on, not daring to move forward in fear of harming the mortals once more. An impenetrable material would form around the energy, encasing what appeared to be a galaxy inside of a translucent sphere. The inside of the orb would appear just as intricate as the shawl on Ombra's shoulders


The stars would then swirl around the orb, forming what appears to be a silver casing and handle for the orb... a staff made of delicate detail, formed by the will of the deity Ombra herself. As the staff was completed in Ombra's hands, she stared into Sol's eyes once more before releasing the staff from her hands, allowing it to fall towards the planet, alighting in flames as it entered the atmosphere. She watched it fall for just a moment before returning her gaze to Sol and turning, without a word, and making her way across the sky once more."
 

Sol stood there, flaming in fury as his light once more blessed the planet and the shadow of Ombra retreated back into the night. "What have you done..?" he asked Ombra, though she was beyond hearing him. He worried about this orb for years upon years... though as deities go on for eternity, things happen to slip their minds. The orb, containing a simple inkling of their combined power, was lost to the minds of Sol, though Ombra maintained it in her memory to this day.


The staff, as legend has it, is said to be lodged into the stone of a small cavern atop one of the planet's highest points, closest to the Mother Moon. The staff is made from a material that is the purest as if it was formed of the stars themselves. It stands at approximately five feet tall, the orb, which churns with the stars of the galaxy inside, rests atop it encased in an intricate caging of the material of the staff. It is said that the orb has the ability to harness the power of the moon, and the delicate glow, and transform the subtle power into one similar to the piercing rays of Sol's light. However, the staff has never been found... though rumors of its existence tend to float around. It is the staff that represents the understated power of Ombra as she manages to claim the day's light for her shadows... if only for just a moment... and if only for years few and far between. Encased in this orb... is the power of Ombra's defiance... the power of the Eclipse."


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