Rebirth

Many years gone since Hanael, Teshuriel and Israfel wandered into the shattered village after the Cataclysm broke the Sanctuary. The glowing seed crystal back then grown now to pillars and buildings enclosing the magical heartstone glade. Still refugees journey to find the heroes of legend it's said watch over this haven rebuilt.

Though the defenders now tied guarding their valley home, threats beyond still churned for power over weak lands struggling order. But this day held only joy - the Founding Feast smoked rich scents between bursts of laughter and songs. Children chased grinning around the Thirceborn's feast tables, thrilled for hilarious tales told thousand times before. Here was dream wrested from wreckage by long sacrifice. Not paradise this refuge flawed, but bright hope kindled anew.

Watching citizens celebrate under the Bright Hall raised over humble homes, Hanael blinked bittersweet. The fallen Sanctuary's last legacy spread roots here, fierce tended by exiled sons and daughters. Her partners mirrored resolve seeing night's challenge ahead. Brief this mirth before tomorrow launched next generation alone to carry the fire.

But sunset stretched gold this Founding Day as friends filled tables with sweet wine from fresh harvest. Legends already told of the Outsiders whose heroics let life return from abyss. Tales ever retold even embellished would never fade nor shrink their mighty deeds saving worlds.

So evening comes to close long road walked since innocents burned back at the Sanctuary now seed to myths anew. Sweet the haven built desperate and bold folk who together reforged future from tragedy's ruin. No matter storms that still turn beyond happy valley walls, the Lightbearers' story thousand years on shall feed defiant dreamers unbroken. This night sings their bright victory dearly won. And dawn yet glows hopeful against darkness waiting.

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