For many eons, the Mad Sun drank without care or concern, deaf to the pleas of the Daughters and blind to his own effect, he drank insatiably to quench his maddening thirst and in doing so, Eatheajl Suffered. Countless times had he left and returned and for more time than will ever be related properly, Eatheajl had endured these attacks without defence or justification and the Daughters despaired, they despaired, not only for their mother, but for themselves also. All their efforts were laid to waist the moment the Maleficent Sun returned.

Fastidiously, Tayra tended to her mother's wounds, healing the great rifts and the bubbling sores than scattered the landscape. Knowing fully that the it would all be undone again and again, over and over, but Tayra was strong.

Teajgna also, relentlessly worked, easing the pain and cooling her body. The winds that blew had an effect and she knew of the relief it brought to her mother and Teajgna was proud.

Nwrva, the youngest of the Daughters, knew all about the tormented eons and had a control over the waters that the others had failed to master, and so, she washed her mother with delicate care, she to cooled her, but she could protect her also, for where the Sun came, Nwrva robed her mother and covered her body under her seas, she sacrificed herself to keep Eatheajl safe. Each time The Parched Sun returned, he was met with vast oceans of water and gorged himself and each time Nwrva was weakened, but her Mother was unharmed and Nwrva was glad.

Saara did little to aid the others, not from idleness but from her lack of ability. What could she do? The Second sister knew nothing of the water nor the wind, she was close to the body of Eatheajl, but did not have Tayra's powers and thus could not heal. She was low in spirit and sought to be of some useful assistance amongst them.

If she did not have power herself then perhaps she may lend support to the others, a few words of love and encouragement were fully within her capability and knowing how the Queenly moon offered them to Eatheajl, and knowing how much her mother appreciated them, she was settled upon the idea and journeyed west to where the front of the battle commenced each time her evil father returned.