The Jalstav

The Jalstav

By: Dark Raven

In the beginning Nymelet, the goddess of night and of the darkness surrounding all things, was the only god in existence. But many eons before the creation of man, three more beings formed. Nyalm, the god of stars, Facortan, the god of time, and Aphorac, the god of Yesterrealm, which also formed alongside the first deity. For many more eons the four were alone, until another three gods, and one goddess came to reality. These were Evalnir, the god of wisdom and counseling, Wendilin, god of the wind and giver of life, Edwelor, god of nurturing, and Yilmer, the first goddess of beauty and nature. These four gods came to live on Yesterrealm, where Aphorac took them in as his children, and they lived for over five hundred years in harmony. But trouble came, as both Wendilin and Edwelor came to love Yilmer, and both wished for her hand in marriage. This love for the same goddess came to form hatred in the gods, creating in the shadows Javicar, the god of Jealousy and twisted thoughts, who encouraged the twos bitterness, and brewed wicked lies about what each said about the other. Finally, it came to the point where neither could hold back, and at the center of Yesterealm, at the spring known as Hasdrat, the two battled. Yilmer tried to end their feud, but blinded by rage the two struck her down, and fall into Hasdrat. Once they realized the terrible act they had committed, both started to weep, as did Aphorac, who loved her as would a father his daughter.

But that was not end of Yilmer, who's body took in the waters of Hasdrat, and her body changed and grew, and came forth as Ystimir, the realm tree. From her branches sprouted realms like Alesrælm, Estragrad, and Eliefgrad. Ending their grief, Wendilin and Edwelor made amends, and set to do better in the universe. Edwelor took up the role of Ystimir's caretaker, and watered her large routes with the help of  Ystimir Ewelde, the Maids of Ystimir. Wendilin took up the goal of creating the beings for Ystimir's realms, and he created many of the gods, including Weivilin, god of leaders, fathers, and warriors, Adtrix, god of ravens, messengers, and omens, and Hadgirel, the first and most powerful giant. Evalnir became the great adviser to all the gods, and made home in Asterrælm, the smallest of all realms, where Yeilmir, first child of Ystimir, stands.

And so was how the realms came to be, and the beginning of Edgrasvit, the first era of all.

Æthenrein's Hunt

Long had the Æthenrein waited. For hours the vælish warrior was sitting in his position. Watching, waiting. No movements came, no act that may betray him, nor sound that may sentence his death. Waiting, waiting. By dusk it looked like what he was waiting on was truly rumor, and any wise lad or hunter would have left, for the Aœrk hunted by night, and no people stayed on this mountain, where they swarmed at night. But no sense was this man. If Aœrk blades where to slit his throat, it would be of his madness. Though no Aœrk would come upon that part of the mountain, no no. They to long told stories and rumors like those of men, and while once the two creatures may have long ago allied to destroy the Vælii, Elief, dwarn, and other Hestrs, they no longer held those treaties, as endless time drives appart all friends say the Drucs. And this one had never been friend of any, even of his own species. Night fell, an yet Æthenrein made no movement. No movement nor sound was made. Far of Wolves and Aœrks howled, and Owls screeched. Far off they were, avoiding the beast. Hours pasted, and he waited. Then finally the creature left it’s lair. Whether it finally picked up human smell, or decided to hunt after decades of slumber, it left it’s cave. It was a Drægeln, the winged beasts long was the bain of men, who once long ago killed and cursed their Fyeri, who long fought their kind. Now Æthenrein made movement. He took his bow, and pulled out a great arrow. It’s silverish iron tip gleamed like the moon. With great pression he took aim at the creature, flying now far in the clouds. He fired the arrow, and it flew through the sky. And Æthenrein “Threcos, threcos jel. Threcos, threcos jel.” ‘Fly, fly far. Fly, fly far.’

[7:52 PM]

Runic texts glowed on the arrow, it climb and climb, till it reached the beast. Yet true the shot was not. It hit to far from the heart, and while grave the wound and pain was, the Drægeln now knew the location of its hunter, who now would be prey. It winged around towards the humans pearch. “Sacrasf” Æthenrein whispered as he drew another arrow. With great speed the beast came. Within no time it’s flames would engulf Æthenrein. But Æthenrein was aiming at him. He saw the creature close in, watched it’s mouth fill with flames. He aimed with pression, but on top of him the beast was. It started to pour out its flames. The perch was engulfed, as he let loose the arrow into the Drægeln’s head.

A Raven’s Flight

A Raven calls out into the Night,
With moon as guide, it takes flight.
With the cool and calming night time breeze,
It scours the earth over rivers and trees.
And finally it comes to the seen of dread,
Eterev has arrived, to collect the dead.