The Myth of the Split Moon of Aeloria

In the beginning our planet was whole, and the first-folk lived in utopia under the dual suns. Their days were filled with the blessing of light helping them reap more harvest than all the hungry mouths could eat. The first-folk sang songs to honor the suns, making them both grow with power as their praises rang up from the planet the first-folk had called Aleoria. When the suns set would happen, great bonfires would be lit and the story-tellers, dressed in gold and gray to honor the moon, would tell stories of how the twin suns grew jealous of the smaller celestial, often making the nights short only giving the first-folk a few hours of night before the grand light of the suns would return to grow their crops.

Though the nights were short, the first-folks stories of the moon started to grow and eventually a whole festival was dedicated to the briefly visiting goddess of the nights. Many sacred foods and teas were made for this grand night, and all would wear masks and partake in grand games in every village, all celebrating Lunara, the moon goddess.

Hearing the sounds of fan fare, but no mention of their names, the suns grew jealous and felt that even a night of celebration focused on a celestial that was not them was not going to be forgiven easily. Both Aleoria, and their moon would soon regret this mistakes.

When the dual suns rose in the skies of Aeloria the next dawn, the people of the land lay asleep, tired from the festivities of the night before. For a brief moment one of the suns considered compassion on the first folk and not going through with the plan, but when no sign of worship was seen on the sunlit surface, the sun‘s mind changed back to destruction.

The closer of the two suns, Solaris, turned to his brother requesting his grand bow and his quiver of golden-flare arrows. His brother, Zol, the smaller of the two, bowed and obeyed, handing over the sacred weapons any thoughts of compassion now long gone from his heart.

With a swift pull of the bowstring the twins channeled their energy into the arrow tip and let it go, then another, and finally a third.

Two of these grand arrows struck Aeloria, shattering our planet to the core, creating the floating isles we inhabit, and the third arrow, hit Lunar straight in the heart.

The goddess screamed, not knowing what happened and sent parts of herself flying into the planet's surface, now creating the shattered-lands beneath us.

As she broke, the grand mages of the land did what they could to save her. A mass spell was used, draining many of their life forces, to hold the splitting moon in our orbit. The lands shook, the gravity shifted, and the physics of this world was turned upside down, but still they held her there, the once unified moon now floating above but in two halves instead. After what felt like eons, the chaos stopped.

In the dual suns’ revenge wake was the death of a civilization, the crumbling of our once whole planet, and now the birth of our split moons, Galios, and his dark sister, Lunar watching over as Aeloria started from the ashes once again.