Aerin's children

The solemn day that would mark the descent of Aerin's firstborn, venerable figures and bearers of an ancestral legacy, was inexorably approaching. Although the Kains, as a whole, harbored a fervent longing for this grand event, the souls of three individuals intertwined by blood ties and irrevocable destiny vibrated with an even deeper intensity, transcending the limits of mere expectation and entering the realm of anguished restlessness. .

In distant ages, under the aegis of imposing mountains whose shadows stretched like funeral palls, there lived Lengar, a being imbued with a unique talent: the ability to sculpt reality itself. Guided by prophetic visions granted to him by Äerin, the supreme entity, Lengar dedicated his existence to the creation of magnificent beings, fruits of his fertile imagination and the unconditional love he had for them.

With skilled hands and a heart overflowing with passion, Lengar molded creatures of rare beauty and majestic grandeur. Each work was a reflection of his soul, imbued with his desires and aspirations. Inspired by the hazy vision Äerin had granted him, Lengar shaped what would later be known as Dwarves, short, stout beings whose strength and resilience were only matched by their tenacity.

Throughout his arduous journey, Lengar carved ten of these magnificent creatures, each unique and singular, the fruit of his devotion and unparalleled talent. Each blow of his hammer reverberated with deep feelings, imbuing each Dwarf with an indelible essence of his own.

[Image of Lengas creation]

[Image of Lengas creation]

Fearing the disapproval and judgment of the other Kains, Lengar guarded his creations with fervent zeal, protecting them from the shadows that surrounded him. In his isolation, he nurtured unconditional love for his stone children, admiring their beauty and strength with unwavering devotion.

Thus, Lengar remained in his refuge, weaving the saga of the Dwarves with each blow of his hammer, shaping their destinies and giving shape to their reality. His work was a testament to his passion, a tribute to Äerin's vision, and a symbol of the unwavering strength of paternal love.

While Lengar dedicated himself to raising the Dwarves in his solitude, Görenbor, another master of creatures and beasts, also dedicated himself to an ambitious project in his private corner. Driven by a burning desire to transcend the limits of animal creation, Görenbor undertook the arduous task of giving life to a conscious creature, capable of dialoguing and rationally understanding the world around it.

However, despite his vast experience and mastery in the art of molding, Görenbor found himself faced with an insurmountable obstacle. Their tireless efforts resulted in nothing more than eleven inert yet physically magnificent entities. Inspired by hazy visions and shaped according to their deepest desires, these creatures, named Grafol, displayed an imposing stature, covered in thick fur and adorned with majestic tails.

Like Lengar, Görenbor found himself consumed by sadness and frustration. The inability to achieve his goal tormented him, echoing the disillusionment that had already gripped his brother. Both masters, once full of hope and ambition, now found themselves trapped in a limbo of incomplete creation, their grandiose dreams reduced to mere inanimate statues.

Despite the disappointment, Görenbor, like Lengar, chose to keep his creations under his protective mantle. Fearing the disapproval and judgment of other Kains, he preferred to preserve the beauty and potential of his Grafol for himself, keeping them secret from the outside world.

[Image of Görenbor creation]

[Image of Görenbor creation]

[Image of Görenbor creation]

[Image of Görenbor creation]

Barenel the Wanderer, driven by a burning desire to contribute to the great work of his brothers, embarked on an epic journey of exploration and contemplation. Traveling through the confines of the newly created world, his soul soaked in the unparalleled beauty that surrounded him. Each step was an ode to the magnificence of creation, each landscape an invitation to contemplation and reflection.

In the midst of this pilgrimage, Barenel was faced with an existential void. Imagining Aerin's children interacting with the world to its fullest, he longed to create a being who would be able to share in this sublime experience. His mind was buzzing with ideas, his desires intensified with each step.

Driven by an unwavering desire, Barenel decided to bring his vision to life. Drawing inspiration from the essence of Aerin's children and the beauty that surrounded him, he masterfully shaped nine magnificent creatures, named Humans. Each of these beings was a work of art, a reflection of Barenel's devotion and talent.

Throughout his arduous journey, Barenel dedicated himself tirelessly to his creation. Every stroke of his hands, every drop of sweat shed was a testimony to his unwavering passion.

[Image of Barenel creation]

[Image of Barenel creation]

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Carefully observing his brothers as they created the world, he absorbed their knowledge and incorporated it into his own work.

Like his two brothers, Barenel kept his creations under lock and key, fearing the disapproval and judgment of the other Kains. He harbored unconditional love for his Humans, admiring their beauty and potential with devotion.

Although the Kains brothers guarded their secrets with fervent zeal, Äerin, the supreme entity, possessed omniscience and omnipresence. His vision peered into the farthest reaches of the universe, penetrating the most intimate corners of each being's soul. Thus, the Kains' efforts to hide their creations from the truth proved futile before Äerin's penetrating gaze.

With the inevitability of an inexorable fate, Äerin manifested herself in the minds of her children, summoning them to a solemn meeting. His deep and eternal voice echoed in his thoughts, filled with unquestionable authority.

With severity and compassion, Äerin questioned her children about the reason that impelled them to transgress the limits imposed by the natural order. "Why did you do this?", he asked, "Even though you know that the power of eternal creation does not rest on you?"

In his words, Äerin emphasized the limited nature of the Kains' existence, stating that their ability to create was a privilege granted by him, not an inalienable right. "From me you have the privilege of your existence and nothing else", he proclaimed, "you are my children as well as those who will come into this world".

Firmly, Äerin drew the crucial distinction between the creations of the Kains and the entities born of Äerin's will. The works of the Kains, fruits of their illusion and ambition, did not transcend the realm of fantasy, remaining trapped in a limbo of incomplete existence.

Ultimately, Äerin granted her children the opportunity to express their deepest desires. "Now tell me what your desire is?" he asked, opening space for a frank and revealing dialogue. The Kains' response, echoing in their thoughts, would determine the fate of their creations and the future of the cosmic order.

After Äerin's severe rebuke, a sepulchral silence fell upon the Kains. Fear consumed them, guilt weighed on their hearts like an unshakable burden. The magnitude of his transgression lay before his eyes with grim clarity.

With a trembling voice and an anguished heart, Barenel the Wanderer stepped forward to beg his father's forgiveness. In his words, he echoed the sincerity of a repentant son, acknowledging the fault in his actions and begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, father," he said, "I did not in any way wish to corrupt or alter what had happened." His intention, he assured, was not to defy the divine order, but rather to give life to beings who could share with him the beauty and magnificence of the world.

"I just wished for beings different from me," he continued, "but that I could teach and even love." Barenel's desire was genuine, born from a deep sense of compassion and a yearning to share his wisdom with his children.

Then Lengar, Master of Creatures, rose with the dignity of a defeated warrior. In his voice, frustration intertwined with regret, revealing the complex range of emotions that tormented him.

"Forgive me father", he pleaded, "but my desire to create is something irresistible and I believe you know this like no one else". Lengar recognized the unwavering force of desire that had driven him to bring the Dwarves to life.

"And this time the creation that took my heart was that of my children", he confessed, emphasizing the devotion and love he had for his works. Her transgression was not motivated by envy or malice, but rather by admiration for Äerin's creation and the desire that her children could share in the beauty of the world.

Görenbor, the Master of Creatures and Beasts, could not bear the silence for long. With a firm and calm voice, he stepped forward to express his feelings and seek Äerin's forgiveness.

"Forgive us father," he said, "I believe no harm was intended for either the world or your children or anyone else." Like his brothers, Görenbor recognized the transgression committed, but also affirmed the purity of his intentions.

"The will of creation is similar," he continued, "yet our will to create is apparently in our hearts just like our father, not out of defiance of you, but out of admiration for you and eternal love." Görenbor emphasized the deep admiration he had for Äerin and the irresistible strength of the desire to create that pulsed within her.

After a brief pause, he posed the question that weighed on all Kains: "Shall we destroy the product of our shame, father?" Anguish and regret overflowed in his words, highlighting the weight of the guilt that consumed him.

Even without uttering a single word, Äerin captured the sadness that permeated the environment. In his eyes, the Kains could see the understanding and compassion he had for his children, even in the face of their transgression.

Finally, Äerin broke the silence with a deep voice full of wisdom. "I know that you did not hide your creations from me," he said, "but from your own brothers and you knew that this moment would come, but I did not know how it would end."

With clarity and firmness, Äerin pointed out the Kains' fundamental flaw: "You understand the present well and strive to understand the future, but unfortunately you snub the past, and that doesn't please me, and now neither do you yourselves." Past neglect, according to Äerin, was the root of the pain and conflict that afflicted them.

Relieving the anguish that consumed them, Äerin continued "They didn't need to destroy their work, it is still incomplete but it unfolds beautifully."

However, before granting them the breath of life, Äerin warned her children of the challenges that awaited them. "Our children will not always walk side by side," he said, "often fear will overtake them and make them fight each other." Discord and rivalry between the creations of the Kains and the children of Äerin were inevitable.

"However, I will not tolerate," Äerin continued, "that your creations arrive before my children." The natural order would be preserved, and Äerin's children would have primacy in creation.

Furthermore, Äerin established an important restriction: "When yours arrive they will not be taught by you in life."

Finally, Äerin instructed the Kains on the fate of their creations. "Now you should sleep where you want and when the time comes I will wake you up to walk like that"

"But mine walked longer", Äerin concluded, "for yours will perish to time". One fundamental difference distinguished the creations of the Kains from the children of Äerin: mortality. The works of the Kains were subject to time and death, while the children of Äerin enjoyed eternity.

Amidst the stillness that followed Äerin's words, Barenel the Wanderer rose with a humble request on his lips. "Could my children walk for less time, father?", he asked, "I would like to show them the world as I see it." Barenel's desire was deep, driven by a genuine yearning to share with his children the beauty and magnificence of the world he so admired.

Äerin, in her infinite wisdom, granted Barenel what he so desired. "And let it be so," he said, "and remember that I am Äerin, and nothing that you create or build will exist without having its source of existence in me upon my permission, and no one can alter it against my will." Äerin's claim was clear and unshakable: he was the supreme creator, and his authority was unchallenged.

After these words, a deep silence fell over the Kains. Relieved and happy, they felt an inner peace they had never experienced before. Reconciliation with Äerin and resolving the conflict that tormented them brought them together more deeply than they ever dreamed.

Shortly afterwards, the time for the children's descent approached. A sound echoed in the void, addressing the Kains directly, who had already finished their work within the stipulated deadline. They now understood the sounds addressed to them and, satisfied with what they had accomplished, they eagerly awaited the arrival of their children.

Dusk was approaching, painting the sky with warm tones that faded to the horizon. The vibrant red began to fade, giving way to an intense purple-blue that emanated from Azuly's body, covering the mountains with its exuberant beauty. The waters of the river Ga'rtra, which surrounded the mountain Harentyr, calmed unusually, as if an invisible force slowed its current. Zürin, the Guardian of the River, watched everything in silence, feeling, like the Kains, that something great was about to happen.

And soon it happened.

In a ceaseless gurgling, the river Ga'rtra regurgitated its depths, releasing bubbles that rose to the surface only to dissipate into the air. From the belly of the waters, bodies emerged, defying the vastness of the river that surrounded them. Their steps, initially faltering, soon steadied, revealing beings of unparalleled beauty.

Walking on the crystalline surface, your eyes were met with a new and fascinating world. Lush green moss adorned the rocks, while tufts of grass dotted the shore. Fields of sand unfolded, intertwining with the grass in a golden mosaic. Majestic trees stood tall, their roots intertwined beneath a veil of low-lying mist that stirred in the whispering wind. The song of flowing water echoed in his ears, its harmonious melody blending with the smooth texture of the river beneath his feet.

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With insatiable curiosity, their eyes met, triggering an explosion of communication. Words flowed from their lips, shaping language and giving names to everything around them, including themselves. "Elves," they proclaimed, recognizing their identity in a world of enchantment.

[Elves image]

[Elves image]

Their bodies, sculpted to perfection, revealed slender muscles beneath smooth skin. Straight hair crowned their heads, while their eyes glowed in radiant shades of blue and green.

And so were the birth of Äerin's children, the Elves; Some time later the Dwarves, Grafols and Humans were awakened.

Among the ruins of Ilian's annihilated spirit, the Kains, like magnanimous titans, raised and enhanced the foundations of their existence. Armed with steady hands and discerning minds, they sculpted their will and desires, weaving a new fate for Aerin's offspring.

In the end, two plains of unparalleled vastness and exuberance arose, both endowed with singular beauty and detail, destined to confront each other, like lovers or eternal enemies.

[Nagharian and Ildrain view]