The Creation Myth of Narelios

“Each religion and faith has its own version of creation, so believe me or don’t, however, what I speak is truth, for I have witnessed much of this. Once, before the strands of time existed, there were three siblings, but they were alone. There was none save themselves for company through the darkness. Then the Eldest of them spoke. ‘Brothers,’ said he. “We live alone, in this nothing, and there is nothing for us here. However, I have had a vision, share it with me.’ so the three brothers bent their minds and saw a vast land, mountains rose and fell, oceans emerged and vast forests grew, and upon this land people came and they were no longer alone.”

“‘How can this paradise be made?” the youngest asked. “We must combine our power,”the Eldest said.  And so the three each channeled their power into the creation of this place. The eldest gave the world its substance: mountains rose and seas splashed, mighty forests sprouted, tall into the sky. The middle brother then channeled his power into the sky, to create the sun to shine light upon the land. The youngest brother then gave to the world the underworld, the vast subterranean maze which makes the world what it is. Then the three came down to the world and took forms to please them. They grew scales and wings to fly in the sky. They became the first dragons, the eldest of races, and they took names. The Eldest became Narelios, the lord of balance. The middle became Clarion, the lord of light. And the youngest became Dergolios, the lord of shadows. Alas the land, though made for the peoples of the world, remained empty. The Dragon Lords spoke words of creation and into being came fifteen dragons, five for each Dragon lord. The brothers then left each other promising to return. The Eldest, the most experienced magic user, created animals and plants, to live within his world. The Middle flew into the sky, and there he made what he thought should populate the world. He crafted many mighty beings, fitting them with wings and teaching them the magical powers so they could share with him the world. Meanwhile the youngest flew down deep into the Under, the place of shadow and there he thought and looked out upon the world, and was envious of his brothers creations, so he bent all his power into a orb of metal, so dark it absorbed all light into itself. To this thing he gave the name Shadows of Corruption. Many years later the brothers came together again and with them came their creations. To his brothers the Eldest presented his many animal creations. The Middle brother presented his creations; the beautiful Celestials danced and performed feats of great magic. Then the younger brother presented his gift, he called it the Corrupting Dark. He placed it upon the floor of the clearing and invited all to touch it. Forward they came and a brave Celestials, Lateros, the mighty second in command of Clarion and his dragons, touched it,  But as he touched the shadow he became foul and monstrous, horns sprouted from his brow curving down, and his teeth became curved fangs. Horrified, at their brother’s actions, the elders threw him from their caste and disgraced he returned with his dragon’s to the Under where they hid and encouraged and expanded their dark interests in revenge. As they did, the Under grew ever more shadowy and desolate, accepting the evil and becoming the shadow realm, and in this darkness, the Lord of Shadows plotted and his madness grew. Oblivious to their brothers’ corrupt thoughts of destruction, above, the elder siblings lived. Narelios, the Eldest, continued his creations. Using his magical power he gave to the greatest of his animals the powers of thought and speech. Clarion, the Middle, however was not as idle as his elder brother.  He sensed the corruption of his younger brother and was fearful of the ruination Dergolios, the Youngest, might bring to the world. Thus he and his Dragon aids searched the world for the shadow of corruption. Sending out his mighty celestials Clarion searched, but found it not, for the shadow had hidden itself somewhere impossible to find. Whilst this was taking place, the Dragons grew in age and power and they grew more powerful; interbreeding with the servants of other Dragon lords till there were many. The Dragons themselves took for their own kingdom the Western Shores to be their sacred place. However, the Dragon Lords Magic, which brought about the land, was not done. Little did any of them understand the might of dragon power, for from the land itself came the firstborn. The Elfs. The fairest and most powerful of the mortal races, for elfs can only die by blade or poison, and do not age. Into this world and born from the magic of the land they came and there they beheld the dragons and were afraid. However, Clarion spoke to them in the language of magic and told them to fear not. He bade them come with him to live within the world. Gladly many joined him and he taught them the secrets of magics great and powerful, yet others still feared the dragon and refused. They returned to the forests and the mountains and joined with the lands learning the lore of root and herb. Thus began the Sundering of the Elves. For many years this continued. In this Age of Gold the Elves prospered together and built great cities and the two kindereds shared their knowledge freely. The dragons taught much to the elves and all was good.”

“But alas the Age of Gold was not to last, for the Shadow lord was not idle in this time. Unknown to the others, he secretly captured three elves. Their fateful names, Bartuik, Melagorn, and Durminor, and their descendants have scourged history. With the use of ancient magical arts he corrupted the elves mind and body to become his servants and minions. From Bartuik he shrank and shriveled until the first goblin came, the crafty weak traitors. From Melagorn he made Trolls, midnight blue skinned and covered in scales vast and strong. But from Durminor he made Orks, foul green skinned maggots, to be his army. Breeding with evil intentions, the Shadow lord grew his army, adding to it the Dragons who came to his call, as well as all the Celestials he could corrupt with the Corrupting Dark. Soon his foul army was prepared, for in his madness and degradation he blamed the others for his banishment. Then prepared and strong he crept from the shadows and challenged Narelios, the Eldest, to escape his dark underworld prison. However, Narelios saw his madness, the desire for revenge, and refused. Then, in his rage, the Shadow lord plunged his poisoned tail into Narelios’ heart.  The Elder dragon fell, mortality wounded upon the land and with his blood seeping away he fled to the forests. However, Clarion had seen his brother’s treachery, and to him he called his mighty forces in defense of the world.  The celestials and elves flocked to his banner held aloof by the dragons of light. Upon the field of battle, they met. The orks were vicious and the goblins launched burning death upon their enemies. The battle raged and death fell heavy on the world. Unbeknownst to either brother however Narelios had survived, and wounded he had fled into the deepest forests of his dominion, and he looked out in horror upon the battles before him, the dead of all kindreds that lay before him. It was there that he met Galurin, the witness. The first of a new race, the Human kindreds. The humans, who were free from the dragon’s power. To this human, he told his visions of the world, and Galurian recorded them in his mighty tome. Then, with his knowledge recorded, Narelios left his hiding and brought with him the humans. In his absence, more than two centuries had passed, and the bloodshed had not stopped. Narelios used all his draconic might to sunder the world, unleashing punishment to all who had desecrated his vision. He imprisoned the celestials and demons within the land of his making never to ascend. The Lord of Shadows he punished most, to the Under he was bound so that he could never leave it, till the world itself was burned. Clarion, the second brother,  willingly returned to the sky, for he was tired of battle, however he promised to return should the Shadow lord ever return. Then Narelios spoke to the nine remaining dragons of the original fifteen he had summoned. To them he gave them an unending mission, to protect the world from the inevitable return of his brother.  Narelios said, ‘my power is insufficient to forever imprison him, and should he get free again, he will bring the world to darkness.’ Then, Narelios died, and his mighty body was swallowed by the earth he had made and lay at the center of the world giving great power to the land.  Then the nine dragons gave up their dragon form to become mortals with magic greater than any before. They dispersed across the world to guard the land from the escape of demons and celestials alike.” 

“This my friends is where the mortal races as well as the gods come from.”