The Split
Their argument grew so fierce that the land trembled and the sky split apart. Veyra’s cries of endless bloom sent vines and blossoms spiraling across the earth, choking rivers and blanketing fields. Solmar’s fury scorched the ground, his blazing heat turning forests to ash and rivers to dust.
Auten’s sorrow cast golden leaves into the wind, swirling endlessly in mournful spirals, while Hygris’ silent rage froze lakes and cloaked the land in eternal frost. The world teetered on the edge of ruin as their powers clashed, birthing violent storms, unending droughts, and frozen wastelands.
Fearing they would destroy everything, Auten, the eldest and wisest, pleaded for peace. He proposed a truce: each sibling would rule in turns, leaving their mark before passing control to the next. Reluctantly, the others agreed. From that day forward, the seasons turned in a cycle — a fragile balance, born from divine conflict.
