The great halls rang with noise as Amondrond brought his hammer down, sending sparks flying into the air. They flickered brightly and died. Across the universes gods were creating fleeting races that shimmered so bright for mere seconds before they sputtered and faded. Amonrond wanted a people that would last. He desired a beautiful, glorious spark that would endure for the rest of time. He wanted to watch their stories unfold before his eyes and know he made it possible.
Amonrond spoke with his sisters, Isilloa and Oreloe and found they shared his vision. They traveled across the universes to seek out others to join them. Upon their return home they numbered nine in total. The six others were brother and sister Kesk and Teaol, Meaar and her son Oraver, as well as Chai and Fozel.
For three millennium the searched for the answer. They tried creatures wrought of fire, creating the dragons. They attempted to make creatures grown of the earth and only gave their barren world vegetation. They created animals and plants of all kinds, but it seemed that an enduring race was not to be had.
One day in the forge Amonrond was thinking of the lasting nature of anything he crafted. It would not break, bend or rust. He knew metal and stone could not live independently, but he considered the composition of a living body. Gathering all the materials was all well and good, but it would be an empty shell for it would be without a soul. Life required something more. Life required a spark. The Spark.
He announced his discovery to the others. Skepticism was the initial response, but as he continued to explain they began to believe again. Fozel offered the idea that each god or goddess bring a gift to give the catalyst as they called the first of each race they created. All agreed wholeheartedly.
Amonrond and Isilloa gathered the ingredients for a human body before they began on their gifts. The ingredients were placed in an iron chest set with pearls and diamonds and other precious gems. He sealed the chest until the Day of Awakening.
The other eight entered the forge with their gifts at hand to find Amonrond forging a sword. One of six like no other. He asked Fozel and Chai to bring the chest near the anvil, the sword was nearly complete. He heated the blade one last time and Isilloa unsealed the chest, opening it. Amonrond laid the blade on the anvil and lifted his hammer. He struck it once, releasing a shower of sparks raining down on the chest.
The contents promptly burst into flames. Flames that rose nearly six feet in height. After several minutes of burning The fire seemed to begin to die, but it wasn't a death at all. The brilliant light had begun to separate from the ferocious flames, leaving a hot, heavy void. The light, however did not rise quite to the height of the flames.
Each body separated into three parts and from the ground up the light and fire faded. Slowly revealed were feet, legs, torsos, arms and heads. Where there was once flame stood three males. Where there was once light stood three females. Unlike the humans there was a vaguely ethereal air to them and it shown in their faces and in the way they stood.
Upon realizing their creators they fell to their knees, heads bowed. Amonrond went to each male and named him. The first he named Arrondir, whom he charged with infrastructure. The next he named Indómirün, whom he charged with protecting the race. The last he named Tameldir, whom he charged with all knowledge. As he named them they arose, the understanding of their task bright in their eyes.
Isilloa advanced the females. To each she gave a name. The first she named Callarwen, whom she charged with protecting the race. The next she named Jenessa, whom she charged with all things good. The last she named Selnaeima, whom she charged with the arts. As she gave them their names they rose to their feet, smiles adorning their lovely faces.
Amonrond gave to each of them a sword he had forged. Isilloa gave to each a secret to keep. Teaol gave to each a horse to cherish as their own. Oreloe gave to them a system of value to use. Chai gave to them the power to feel and to understand the feelings of others, from him they received sorrow and joy. Meaar gave to them a celebration to be held once every three hundred and sixty days: The Day of Awakening. Fozel gave to them the iris flower, beautiful and stately and a proclamation of greatness. Mesak gave to them the stars to guide them in the times without direction and without light. Oraver gave to them dreams. Last, Kesk gave to them justice and the sense of what is right and what is wrong.
Dressed in the simple clothes of the Catalysts the gods placed them on earth to live and do what they would. What they would do was flourish. The first families were called Rhuiloth, Ealor and Sheldorn. Soon, the gods realized three families were not sufficient. In the year 613 of the First Age on the Day of Awakening into the world came not six, but eight more of the race that had now come to be called the Sílar. The creation of the families Calosetiel, Marenol, Lonolai and Inandraan marked the beginning of the Second Age, which would last nearly fifteen thousand years.
Other gods in other universes learned of the success of the universe of Amonrond and grew jealous. Some attempted to recreate the Sílar, but upon releasing them into their worlds the beings made their way to their brethren in the land now called Gaeleda. Others were so angry they tore rifts into Amonrond's universe and released humans onto the land across the Path of Veriswen because of their destructive tendencies. However, nothing seemed to faze them.
Over time Ealor turned into Ronoleasoran and the Rhuiloths were taken over by the house of Jorak. The culture became defined and peace with humans was sought. Certain crafts were explored and a group of young humans and Sílar unlocked the secrets of the magica that had long been forsaken by the class of god-creators. Some studied healing arts, others the elemental magics, others studied alchemy and others still studied the magic of Deception.
Only one conscious creature was forgotten: the dragons. The dragons absconded in the Third Age after the humans began to kill them for sport. They inhabited a volcanic island found by Veriswen during her travels in the Second Age. The gods Oraver and Mesak, on a whim, took several dragon eggs and nestled them in the Chest just before the Day of Awakening, signaling the last contact the divine had with their creations. When the Chest was opened as a part of the celebration, within the Sílar found the eggs and honored them as god-given gifts. The eggs have never hatched. This marked the beginning of the Fourth Age.
Now arrived is the 513th year of the Eighth Age on this earth. The Age of the Dragon. Five, eight, thirteen: the gods' lucky numbers.