Aena

Eons ago, before time escapes the desolate grips of the void itself, Aena was born between the emptiness of Suria and Purnama. She was not the first and not the last. With the burning will of her father and the serenity of her mother, she is deemed the one who can end the eternal cycle.

The cycle between purity and lust. Self-restraint and overindulgence. Charity and avarice. Diligence and indolence. Compassion and resentment. Modesty and vanity. Order and chaos. Probably the most important of all, the cycle between love and hate.

Amidst the cosmic turbulences, Aena remained the one who still believed in hope. That one day, the balance between every little thing is laid to rest and undisturbed. And her children finally understand that the universe indeed is for everyone.

Aena began her odyssey. Through her perseverance, she raised the lands until the highest of them all were called mountains. With her affection, she tilled them featureless so even and flat until they were called plains.

Patiently, she blew her breath with much persistence and joy until the zephyr was called the sky. Then she made it rain lavishly, authoring the water to fill the seven lowest parts of the land until they were called the seven seas. Contemplating the lonely sea, she scattered her generosity here and there until those that rose out of the water were called islands.

After all of her creations were laid down, with her everlasting and peerless love, she tore parts of her soul and created life. She cleaned them of all forms of impurity until all could call this world home.

Aena threads bits and pieces of her soul, she saturates them with all of her hopes and desires. Hopes of balance and just. Desires of eternal and perfection. She sewed them explicitly, making sure not to leave any margin for any kind of flaw.

Every brief gap was tightened and every little bend was straightened. She overlooked nothing. Sealing them in place so that her creation will be deemed worthy as her firstborn. After six whole days and six complete nights, Aena's oeuvre was nearing completion.

Accompanied by her warmth and tenderness, Aena released the life she created into the vast welcoming world. With his monumental wings that spanned from sunrise to sunset, the creature glides through the tranquil sky effortlessly. Soaring above the highest of the mountains and looking over the lowest of the valleys.

His reflection was crystal clear throughout all seven parts of the sea as he stopped and gazed upon the horizon from one of the many islands in between. The Dragon King Aoda, was born on the seventh day.

Even with her perceptive attention towards tiny details, Aena still could have not foreseen what was coming in the distant future. The vast and ideal world she created for her firstborn somehow seems very diminutive and empty.

The bricks of events she laid did not serve as the foundation for her hopes and desires as she devised. Aoda seemed lost. Swooping down from the mountains towards the islands, only to fly back up again. Going in circles with no apparent end until at one point it was so evident and certain, that Aoda was lonely and needed a shoulder to lean on.

Being alone is something that maybe Aena is used to but not for Aoda. For him, it was unbearable. Hence with what was left, Aena wrests everything that she could from herself until drops of golden dew dripped from the ruptures of time and space.

The drips soon became a stream and the stream soon became a lake. The golden lake then steadily evaporated throughout six cycles of the moon, turning into a mythical mist that blanketed the whole world.

A mist was so dense that even the sun's light could not penetrate. The world was in total darkness. Fortunately, like everything else, when there is darkness, there will also be light.

On the first day the moon cycled the world seven times, a tiny sprout bloomed as the mist cleared and the warmth of the sun once again shined over the land. Adra, the Tree of Life took root on that memorable day.

Life began to bloom around the world as the two of them shared their love. The first scale molted by Aoda became the first fish that splashed the open sea while the first leaf shed by Adra became the first kelp that floored the ocean floor.

His claws became lions that prowled the plains while her twigs rose as mighty oaks, foresting the nearby landscape. His wings became birds that soared in the open sky while her scattered bark became shrubs that thrive on the highest mountain and the lowest valley.

Aoda fathered all the faunas into the world while Adra mothered the floras. One by one, life flourished in the world of Aena. The world where every living thing complements each other in a perfect balance. The world of harmony.

Aoda was euphoric. He was beaming beatific smiles every single day since Adra came into his life. The two were meant for each other. Like the warmth of day for the frigid of night. Like the placid of the shore for the tempestuous of the sea. Like the passion of the young for the wisdom of the old.

Consolidating one another. A couple too perfect that unwittingly disturbed the balance of the universe's equilibrium itself. Too perfect that it attracted the intentions of other sentient beings everywhere. Ultimately, the intentions from the cold and dark realm of the void. The intentions of the nemesis of fate himself.

The nemesis of fate Nihillius had long observed the world of Aena from the depths of the void. Envious of the harmonious balance that Aoda and Adra had brought forth, Nihillius yearned to disrupt their union and plunge the world into chaos.

With his dark powers and manipulative nature, he devised a plan to sow discord and tear them apart. Beginning by whispering words of doubt and temptation into the hearts of other beings, the god of the void twisted their thoughts, fueling resentment and jealousy towards Aoda and Adra's perfect love.

Slowly, the once peaceful inhabitants of the world succumbed to these dark influences, their intentions tainted by pride, lust, avarice, wrath, indolence, resentment, gluttony, and despair. They changed. They are known as men.

- Book of Origins