Threads of Eldoria

Prologue

It is an old tale that is popular across the world of Elyrion. One that depicts its origin. Mothers whisper it into the ears of their newborns and pray that the world is kind to them. It has been adapted in many versions, but the most popular one goes something like this:

There was a woman. Sitting alone in the cosmos. Only light and shadow gave her company, but never spoke to her. Her name was Eldoria. She wasn't good at doing anything, but that was because nothing existed beside her. 

One day, she saw something that intrigued her. Starlight intertwined by the magic of time and fate. Then she saw another. Out of boredom, she grabbed both the threads of started to fiddle with them, leading to the formation of a knot. This interaction of threads sparked an idea within her. She waited for a third thread to form, then a fourth.

As the threads kept appearing, she learnt to weave, to create patterns. She created averything she longed for. She created warmth; she created love and she created beings. Her imagination knew no limit, and she kept weaving, layering one tapestry over another. Each one a unique pattern. Soon the magic of the weaves solidified and created worlds.

Eldoria saw the life-forms upon these worlds and cherished her creations, continuing her weaving. She weaved a hundred tapestries and layered them upon each other, creating the world that we call Elyrion. Then the threads stopped appearing. Eldoria stared at the world of Elyrion she created, yearning to interact with its beings, but as time passed, she realised that she could not. She saw herself losing form, growing older and her features deteriorating. 

As she neared her end, she grew senile and with her dying breath, she attacked her creation. In a fit of rage, she tore up her last few tapestries and darkness formed where the tears ripped releasing forms of despair and anguish stemming from Eldoria's feelings, into the world of Elyrion.

Seeing her creation being destroyed by her own doing, welled her eyes and tears streamed down her face, to fall into Elyrion. This was her last gift. Pools of this water granted beings with the ability to face the anguish she had released, and as she faded into the essence of the world, she left a message passed down through aeons of time.

"To every soul that walks the realms of Elyrion, know this: Within your heart burns the very light of my being, born from joy and shadow, hope and despair. Though I have faltered, torn, and wept, I have never ceased to believe in the boundless song of life.
You are the dream I dared to weave beyond the stars, the spark that turns darkness into dawn. In your courage lies the promise of new futures yet unseen—where love blossoms even from the deepest wounds, and every step forward is a step toward your own becoming.
Do not fear the anguish I shed, for it is but the fire that tempers your spirit. Seek kindness in the unknown, adventure in every dawn, and remember: even as I fade, my love enfolds you still, a gentle hand guiding you through the night.
Rise, beloved children of Elyrion. The world is your tapestry to create, your story to tell. Trust in the threads of light within you—they will lead you home, where hope is eternal and love is the greatest magic of all."

And thus, the world flourished, tarnished with darkness but also with the seeds that could grow to vanquish the evil.