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The Creation Myth and the First Starborn

9/19/2026

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​The Cosmic Tree,
Yggdrasil, has always been.
No one knows why,
But the tree willed
And bore a fruit.

And thus from this fruit
A being was born,
Though he did not know
Himself from where he came,
But it made sense.

Prime Mover,
Precursor,
Enchanter,
Starbreather.
All of these names denote
Him: the Supreme God, One.

For some reason,
There came a time
When One decided to create.

And so the Great Enchanter
Called forth from the soil
Of Yggdrasil.
From it, beings were born.
These were the first created,
The Angels.

They were happy for a time,
But soon they cried out:
'Make us like the Aeons! 
Give us mighty power,
That we might be strong!’

The Starbreather saw his
Creation and felt
Compassion.

With a flick of his wrist,
He enchanted their blood,
Giving them mighty magics
And the power of the Halo.

Time passed, and soon
One decided to create again.
Once more, he called forth
From the soil of the Tree.
From the dirt came the
Animals: beasts of the
Air, land, and sea.

They were happy for a time,
But then they began to cry:
‘Give us the forms of the
Angels, that we might be
Beautiful!’

Seeing this,
One felt compassion once more.

With his powers,
He gave them them
The forms of men.

Once again, One sat to create.
From the soil he formed
The Darklings, the blue Elves.
They were happy for a time,
But they soon cried out:
‘Unlock our minds,
That we shall know
more than anyone!’

Once more,
One felt compassion.

With his might,
He gave them
The secrets of the World.

One last time,
The Starbreather sat to create.

From the soil came humans.
They were frail and weak,
And they too cried out
For power.

This deeply saddened
The Starbreather.

‘All of my creations 
Only want power!’
He cried as he hid himself
In the garden.

Only one
Dared enter the
Garden: a small
Human.

Her name was ‘Vespira.’

With great passion, 
She fell and wept
At the Starbreather's feet.

‘Thank you,’
She cried.
‘Thank you for giving me life!’

At the sight of this,
The great god was
Vastly moved.

‘I will give you 
The greatest power
Of all...’

He took her hand and said:

“‘I will breathe the stars into your veins.’”

Begin the Starblood Genealogy!
Start here!

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