Revéy remembered a world of good. Where she and her fellow deities lived above the world they had molded. Ignis, with his inventions of fire and light, placing a ball of gases and heat in the sky. Jalid, with her creation of the vast seas, winding rivers, and spacious lakes, as well as breathing life into the creatures inhabiting the water. Aska, with their placement of beautiful plants and trees which would help the people. Mawingu, with her careful molding of the clouds and the birds. And Oti, with his creation of endings, the placement of the moon in reflection to the sun. But she also remembered the day her closest friends fell.
Now, all she could remember was that she was the only one left. Revéy, goddess of wisdom and time, watched as the world her friends’ hearts had built was torn apart. Over the course of 200 years, no heroes had appeared. But then she saw them. Healers, warriors, mages. Bards, witches, scholars. Clerics, paladins, people of all kinds. They rose and she had to find them. She had to.