Prologue

Here in Valteña we all know about the existence of gods. The many pantheons with their respective leaders have made this clear. Hearth, the head god of harvest, Wraith, the master of darkness as well as Leopold the harbinger of light, to name a few. Surprisingly, no new religions ever form. That being said, all the patrons of our great relm warn us not to side with the false prophets and cunning spirits. Though if the people were to learn of these gods origins, those teachings would seem quite bizarre. What if I were to tell you where the gods came from and the secrets of their world. Sadly I cannot tell the stories of the gods to the people of this world, so instead I'll tell you.

Every once in a while a child will see or feel something they cannot believe or understand. this confusion can lead to a brief thought in their mind "what caused it." Most of the time this is a fleeting idea that ends with another child or an adult's explanation. Should the little philosopher continue this line of thinking, and should they tell others of this mysterious event, a belief can form. When a belief is strong enough it can manifest itself in the form of a wisp. If the belief gets even stronger it can even achieve sentience and become a spirit. The story I'm about to tell you is of one such child and her wisp.