Runes of Creation
The radiance of the crescent moon outlined, sun shimmered on the surface of a lake. The occasional ripples of the lake's surface created a spectacle of golden rays like gold stardust. In the middle of this lake was a flat, almost rectangular brown rock, its size slightly larger than an average human, perfect for a bed.
Lying motionless atop the large stone was Ossa, his dark blue eyes flickering nervously and with excitement. "Are you ready?" Alfher, who was levitating by Ossa's side, inquired, ready to begin the creation process.
Ossa nodded nervously as he was excited for the process. "Okay, let's get started."
Alfher nodded before getting to work. He started murmuring inaudible words, green runic symbols appearing around him.
The symbols streaked across the sky, the sight mesmerizing to anyone who beheld it, including Ossa. The magic runes gave him the feelings he got from his patron god, Gaia.