| In the ages before Life was
life, there lay deep in the darkness
a shimmering pearl. It was in this
bastion of light and warmth that
a people known as the Alori were
birthed, one every age. Each lived
an eternity and none wished to leave
the warmth, for outside there was
nothing but darkness to be found.
There came a time for the birthing
and in this time the child Alori,
Aiia, was born. She was bright of
spirit and warm of heart, a tribute
to the energy which spawned her.
She lived happily and vibrantly,
learning all she could as is the
fashion for a young Alori.
After a time, Aiia began to become
fascinated with her own birth. This
process of creation and the creation
of the other Alori became an obsession
for her. She discovered all she
could about the process and idea
behind creation and began to dwell
upon a possibility and a plan.
One quiet period, when the Alori
were at rest, Aiia roused and snuck
silently to the edge of the glimmering
pearl. She carried in her arms some
of the very stuff she was made of,
some of the energy of the pearl,
collected in secret by her. Stepping
to the edge of the pearl, she could
see the Void stretch out before
her. The winds ripped at the edge
of her warm home, making the membrane
wall quiver and shake with its forces.
They could never hope to break through,
the void winds, but at this time
the void would not require such
to claim her.
As a screaming bolt of light and
heat Aiia leapt through the membrane,
passing through it and streaming
out into the Void. The winds ripped
instantly about her, but her speed
and determination was so great that
it carried her as a rippling failing
beam out into the blackness. And
so she traveled for a full age.
When that age was passed, Aiia
began to despair. There was nothing
in the void, as the elder Alori
had cautioned her. Only the foolish
would attempt to travel through
it. Weak and brittle, the child
goddess began to feel her own energy
slipping to an icy nothingness.
The winds had preforated and chipped
at her, but she had yet to release
the protected energy she held against
her breast. The raw warmth at her
chest had kept her failing mind
resolute, and she would protect
it even in death.
Drifting and listless, Aiia's journey
was at an end. But then, dim in
the distance, something moved, something
of a size unimaginable rotated with
gargantuan slowness. With a lethargic
mind, Aiia fell to it and penetrated
deep inside. A warmth which is now
known to be liquid enveloped her,
and she stayed within it, in deep
slumber, for some time. Such was
the way Aiia found the the realm
of Il'seus and Sylrien
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