When the world was created,
many gods were born to help
it evolve and change.

Of all these gods, the
oldest was the god Aether -
god of light and air.

He ruled over the
upper air and kept air in
earth's atmosphere.

Yet, most people do
not consider his impact,
nor do they wish to.

For many years, he
was fine with being on the verge
of being forgotten.

But, eventually,
that all changed, and he became
an unknown hero.

He would wander the
lands and offer his aid to
all who had light hearts.

But, his wandering
ended when he came to the Land
of Eternal Day.

Here in this land of
daylight-danger he met a
chieftess, Hermera.

She was a brave and
just leader who held the same
gift to harness light.

He knew that it was
destiny for him to help
her protect her kin.

A message from his
missing mother - a sign that
he still had purpose.

He would join in any
fights over land that occurred
'twix them and beastman.

Or he would hunt and
gather the needed supplies when
the food stocks ran dry.

The people knew him
and looked up to Aether as
their mighty guardian.

He felt as if he
would never be on the verge
of being forgotten.

That he would never
be in danger of fading
from all memory.

But, eventually,
that would come to an end as
their home burned to ashes.

And the corpses of man
and beastman lay dead in the
rubble - as allies.

They had died because
of this land. The one which they
cherished so greatly.

Aether's powers
gave them no protection from
the deadly Reavers.

Not when there were those
like Aether - the Reaver's
loyal slaves of war.

Aether wished he could
have done something more as
he laid dying alone.

His enemies had
gotten what they wanted. They rid
the land of all light.

All that remained was
himself and the dead, at least,
just for this moment.

Soon he would fade from
existence. All memory
of these people gone.

But maybe, just maybe, there
was a living soul who would
remember them all.