The beginning

In the beginning there was night. Endless, silent night. Then, out of the darkness there came the eight high fey, the purest beings of the multiverse. Between them they created the plane on which all things would live. After that, they created the sky in which their divine children would reside. Looking down on the earth's turbulent surface, they decided to create eight lower fey that would rule over the lesser beings down on earth. They used all the pure substances creating their divine children and when they sent them to live in the heavens. They shone like the stars of faraway galaxies and when they looked down on the wretched surface of the earth the beams of light touched the parched ground and the first plants grew. The earth was now covered in lush and blooming plants, but there was no one to enjoy this new world. So the seven lesser fey created beings of mud and earth to inhabit the lower planes of the earth.

The lesser fey created eight types of people, in honour of the sacred number,

The people of the night, these people had skin as black as night and were as wise as the moon, the lesser fey made these people the kings and queens of the lower world.

The people of the day, these people were kind and had compassion that reached out to anyone in need , they had skin as pale as sunlight and hair like spun gold.

The people of Twilight, these people were hard and unforgiving, they had eyes like steel and hurt people for pleasure, and said that they deserved the earth more than anyone else, they were so cruel because they had no emotions,

The people of sunset, these people realized that the moon was wiser than the sun but they still loved the warmth and kindness that the sun freely gave.

The people of sunrise, these people loved the warmth, light and beauty that the sun gave, but they also acknowledged that the moon was important for the cycle of the daynight,

The people of the earth, these people became the priests and priestesses of the lower plane, they had eyes like emeralds and hair the colour of the earth after rain,

The people of the sky, these people had eyes as blue as the sky and hair as pure as the clouds, they had white wings and flew around spreading news and causing mischief

And the fey, these people had almost all the magic that the high fey had left to give, they were the wisest of all the lower beings and although they were by far the most important there were so few of them that there was only enough for one of them to watch over each village, town or city.

But the lower fey could not root out all the evil in the world, and this evil that remained festered and grew like an old wound until there was enough sadness and sickness and anger in the world for the evil it was rooted in to try to reach the heavens. So with the last of their magic, the high fey created something so small and delicate that the evil in the world would take it for granted. This being created out of sadness and the last magic left in the endless night above, was called Hope. This delicate being was sent down to earth by the lesser fey to help the people down on the lower plan through the hardest of times, it crawled into the hearts of men and women and gave them something they hadn't felt before, this delicate frail creature gave them the hope that better times would come. And even though the dark loomed ahead, they all believed that the light would show again and when it did the people of the lower plane gathered together in an army against the dark and prevailed! But the hope they nursed was frail, and all it would take was a single fatal blow and all their resolve would shatter, and they would succumb to the dark.