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Long ago, before mankind was made, a single being stepped on the soil of the land.
His name was Rā. A tall, strong man with the head of a grand bird. His skin matches the rich soil of this planet, soft and fresh like the beautiful valleys' land.
The God realized that the land he was born to give life to, had no light to shine its beauty. As so, he gave birth to the Sun, who would glow in the day, and the Moon, who would lull the living organisms to sleep. With it, life formed as well. Clear, cooling, refreshing seas dug through the ground to form rivers, where grass and trees grew and slowly, small habitants began to make it their home. Birds that could reach the tip of the sky. Fish that could swim to the deepest places of the sea. Lastly, animals that can walk the land and climb the trees.
Then came the first men and women, the God's first and smallest children. Clueless to the world at first, they slowly adapted with their unique consciousness and civilizations were formed around the world.
Ra, seated high on his boat that would travel the duplicate of the River Nile of the A'aru, realized that this world was not fit for only one God. As so, he created the first Gods, a generation of unique, powerful beings with their own names, status and characteristics. He would then travel through the dreams of some of the mortals, whispering in their ears about their existence, telling them prophecies and stories of their success, which were to be grave in temples and papyrus for the next family lines to learn and never forget where they came from.
Some of Ra's children took advantage of this corruptive grasps and began spreading their own beliefs to the mortals, creating fear and mistrust, as well as hunger for power in some. Ra, learning of such, closed off all connection between each world, so that his weaker and smaller children of the earth would be safe from them.
Humanity began to believe that the Gods had left them and in a fit of despair, arguments and wars were formed on the very sandy valleys that were once peaceful and prosperous. They had no voice of reason or no powerful force to stop the madness and disease that ate their mind, piece by piece. Some retreated in the temples, and prayed day by day for the day that the Gods return and stop this dark misconducting destruction of life.
