Twelve Realms

Chapter 1

I am Dea. Everything you see in the Twelve Realms is a part of me. My blood runs in the rivers of the Realm of the Forest. It falls in crystalized flakes in the Realm of Eternal Winter. The people of all Twelve Realms tread upon my body. My breath pushes their sails. This is what you must tell yourself, Dea. Never forget who you are. Never forget how much you mean.

I know, father. 

Never let the humans forget how much they owe to you, Dea. You created this world. You deserve their reverence. 

I know, father. I won't. 

But you must not be so far removed from them that they will forget you. You are better than them, and you must make them remember this. You will send to someone who will appreciate you. You will let them tell the people of the Twelve Realms how important you are. Make them love you. Make them be afraid of what will happen if they do not love you.

I will, father. Who shall I send the dream to?

Someone who will know your power. Who will not foolishly write off the dream as a trick of the mind. 

Who would you suggest, father?

Send to one of the priestesses- no, one of the temple maids of the Temple of the Winter River. A temple maid will give you the fearful adoration you deserve. 

There is only one temple maid at the Temple of the Winter River, father.

You must send the dream to her, then. Do not let the humans forget you. Do not let them think they do not need you. Do not let them take the Twelve Realms from your grasp. 

Never, father.