Caelendor, once a land of unity, grace and radiance. Humans, elves, dragons and gods all lived together, prosperous and proud, as one single family.
The great architects of divinity and the universe, Zyros and his Queen Ethera had birthed a son.. the successor.. the only heir to all lands, a being of such power that only the fusion of all the gods of heaven could come close to matching his power. The mortals and the divine both came together for the first time to celebrate the birth of this lad. The usual silence of heaven now filled with the decadent clatter of glass, scent of fine wines and flowers that had the vigor of jasmine and the softness of rose, complemented beautifully by the rich laughter of the attendees.. a rare sight seeing mortals and divine interacting as close as they are at that moment. Just as how the loudness of the clatter was so was the silence when the little future king was brought forth. Twin stars both of opposing colours marked his eyes, skin of golden hue, glistening like sunlight dancing across restless and relentless sea waves, his giggles flowing like the first monsoon clouds through the mountains and his tears like raging rivers carving a new course. There were eyes in the crowd that sought to bless him, and those to curse him..and in irony both at once and despite this division they all commonly were behest with his handsomeness. Ærith, the god of fertility and handsomeness himself burned with jealousy as how his usual company of being surrounded by beautiful nymphs now found himself alone and all he could mutter "Absolutely fantastic.. three seconds ago i was surrounded by nymphs and other beauties of heaven and now the little boy comes and he takes the spot light" with smouldering fury. Many pitied themselves for how little their two eyes could capture the beauty of the sight of the little future king of the heavens...some wished for more eyes to see the sight properly but all stood aligned with the brilliance of this child.For years this child was blessed by all the gods of heaven, and enamored by mortal devotees, both human and elf. Despite the blessings and celebration, there still was a tension..simmering, not many could feel but was present.. the polarity of the eyes.. silently ominous, whispering of a long dead past
All was good, everyone lived lives knowing not what suffering and sadness were, not knowing what war even is, what hate is...only knowing love, unity and peace.