By Fates Design: Rostav and Anderius *Hiatus*

Chapter 1: Meeting

Twas a clear and sunny noon, in the rural town of Bornea, the crowds was bustling around the market and musicians and performers surround the town square.  Joyous smiles and laugher were all around as the festivities reaches its peak. Merchants and vendors call out and children ran around while magicians make flower petals fall from the sky. It was a bright and lively celebration. What was that celebration all about, you ask? Well, it was the celebration of the world's creation! Every city, village or town celebrates today for the creation of their world. Even the gods in the heavens above join in with the festivities, thanking their creator for their gift.

"Gather around! Gather around! Listen to thy tale!" A storyteller called out. "Mom! Dad! Let's go! Old Miller is going to tell the story again!" A young blue eyed boy exclaimed as he tried to drag his parents to the square. "Slow down, Anderius! He hasn't even started yet!" His mother told him as she let herself get dragged along. "That's right, little flame! There's still time to buy some snacks!" His father chuckled at his son's eagerness. "We can just get snacks later! I wanna hear the story again!" The young boy, Anderius, whined. His parents just looked at each other and let out a small laugh. "Alright..." His mother sighed. "Though, you've already heard this story plenty of times..." His father trailed off. "But not the one with the prophecy!" Anderius rebuked before getting stopped by a crowd. "Ah! There are already so many people!" Anderius cried out, while his mother looked at her husband.

"Listen to thy tale! A tale of the creator and our dear Shuntis!" The crowds gathered and the children eagerly went upfront to listen closely. Anderius tried to squeeze through but was unsuccessful. Then Anderius felt himself being lifted up, "Huh?" He looked behind him to see his grinning father before he was set down on his shoulder. "You can see the stage from here, yeah?" His father aaske. Anderius beamed and nodded before turning his head to the man surrounded by glowing lights. The storyteller cleared his throat as he started his story,

Come one, come all! For one has a tale from ages gone by. In the beginning, there was emptiness. A void filled with nothing, not even a single soul. Then suddenly, a spark of light appeared from nothing and came the creator, Eashana. That spark awoke in the emptiness and sighed. With a wave of their hand, clusters of lights scattered throughout the empty void, filling it with a sight to behold. With another wave of their hand, celestial bodies were formed, creating beautiful spirals and clouds. The creator smiled at the beauty they had crafted.

Then they descended onto a single world, a world shrouded by lush vegetation and clear beautiful skies. The sight of two shining Suns and three luminescence Moons gave a spark of wonder to their eyes. Such a lively realm yet it feels lonesome. The creator waved their hand once again and created the fauna that roamed the land, ever so free. The creator beamed at the creatures they created and took a stroll. For many sunrises and sunsets, the creator pondered their thoughts. Was that really enough? Simple creatures roaming and living on this world alone?

So the creator let out a breath and came forth from the dusts the gods. The creator waved her hand and emerged from the trees the elves, nymphs and Fae. From the dirt emerged the humans, dwarves, giants, beastmen, demons and reptilians. From the river emerged the seafolk, then from the wind came forth the avians and spirits. All beings bowed before their creator as the creator looked around to marvel at their work. Thus the creator spoke,

To those who emerged from dust, oversee this world and guard this world's order. Do no interfere with those who came from the earth, sea and sky. Lest they will not learn to live. To those who emerged from the earth, sea and sky, tend to this world and uphold peace. Live in unity and equality. Honor my gift to all of you.

And with that, the creator vanished into the realm beyond the world's heavens. Thus the birth of the world named Shuntis.

"Wow...." Anderius was at awe with how Old Miller could make a well known story interesting. After all it was a story all know about. A simple and common story of their creation. "Are you having fun, Anderius?" His mother asked. "Yup!" He giggled before turning back, after all, the next part is his favorite part. Old Miller stopped to look around, seeing the expectant looks of the crowd. After all, the next part of the story is something not many people are familiar with, due to how the actual prophecy being kept a secret by the temple of creation. He cleared his throat once again: