The Wilds
Once the Fey were created; Arvora had been joyously filling the beauteous Realm with her delicate and innocent beings. They had lived peacefully for centuries, and she admired every one of them to be her own vision of tranquility. In harmony Life flourished with the sense of Time and Magic being reserved, managing the other deities present as they kept a cautious eye on the dwindling chaos that began to spark. Once Magic brought the two peculiar essences into the realm, they took a shining eye to Vasass' acceptance of the order. With Sol and Ombra guiding the Fey for rest and wake, everything continued to live in bliss. However, it struck Vassas first that the purest of creatures began to lose faith in their Gods, and the deities watched as the serene land turned into one of disarray and bedlam. Panic spread like a pestilence, and it weaved through the green life to corrupt it. There were no consequences for the "innocent", and their gleeful attitude contorted into one of spite and greed.
Vassas had gathered the other two deities, Arvora and Vikret, to convey the idea of creating another deity. One powerful enough to slay the very concept of life, bringing the souls into the Godly realms once they had reached a true passing. Naturally, Arvora disagreed, though Vikret being the final vote shortly agreed with Vassas after Cycles of countless arguing. The youngest felt betrayed by the two, and in her wrath she fled, taking the birth of her creations with it. During the time that Vikret and Vassas had died, Arvora took her hand to create a vast ring lined with small fungi. This circle of white spotted mushrooms went for miles, and from what could be seen by plain eye was nothing more than an empty field. Though to an immortal touch, they would clearly see the childish deity had a fortress of her own energy. Within the grand barrier laid an expanse of the purest of energy, life. The very glow of its green tinges sprinkled across the sky once Ombra's night darkened the skies. Pale green light danced about as though dancers were waving their banners across the very stars they seemingly danced upon. Large trees grew tall and proud, and flowers grew fully bloomed, some the size of orcs. With each petal causing faint rustles with every breath of wind, Life used the vast Eden to house a magnitude of creatures. Each river shimmered a magnificent green in the Sun's light, the very waters seemingly granting youth to the animals who had drunk it.
Yet nothing sentient was brought to her creation, as she quickly shunned the thought of creating another abomination that may eventually die. Life did not take kindly to Death's presence and created such a force of her own love that Death was unable to take any life from her gardens. Because of this, Magic was quickly able to sense a strong source of arcana coming from somewhere yonder. With the familial sense to this hunch, the deity began to travel through the Realm they had created, and behind them, they left a little amount of magic residue. The arcana shortly weaved together to make an essence, what appeared to be floating Arcane energy following behind in the source's footsteps. However as Magic got closer to Life, the life essence gradually changed the arcane energy into a magical being. With centuries passing, Oklamat eventually ascended to the Pantheon above, however, he did not join the Pantheon within. Instead, he had taken a strange liking to the Mortals below and continued to travel, listening blissfully to Market entertainment and bards. Even his peasantry looks did not change, he remained looking like a Mortal, humble.
Eventually Magic noticed the faint shimmer of her veil, seeing the Garden for all its beauty causing the deity to pause in awe. As Magic proceeded to enter the Garden of Solitude, she was instantly greeted by a few deer grazing near the emerald rivers. As she approached the few, they fled to the conflicting aura they had sensed, for it was not their mother's. The deer galloped far along the river's side, and Magic paused before cautiously beginning to follow. Having traveled for centuries, and finally reaching the sanctuary, Magic felt impatient for the first time. Sprinting ahead, the deer returned to a large lake, in the center was a colossal-sized lily pad. The water was occasionally disturbed with little ripples making lulling waves out towards the beaches of the lake. One last journey was to be made; beneath Magic's feet, each step was accompanied by a branch gently lifting her, as though Life was creating a bridge for her sister to follow. Excitement gripped the ethereal being, lifting her feet from the ground in larger hops across the branches, eventually delicately placing her feet onto the rim of the great pad.
There she stood before Life, the deity's green hair falling down in tumbles of luscious plants, her very creations being a part of her. Conflicted about her arrival, Life nervously played with her hands until bursting towards Magic in an embrace. From that day forth, the two lived in harmony creating oddities and wonders for the realm. Soon the purest Fey were brought back into the Garden, which was shortly named "The Wilds."
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