There was darkness over Eatheajl again, but not the cold, suffocating darkness that had accompanied the emptiness. Seander had receded to rest and Twrlja, the Curious Moon came to visit with Eatheajl, the moon was bright and clean, for she had been made so with her battle with Seander. Her light was beautiful and she shone like a Queen should shine. In truth, the Moon used her new light to obscure her disfigured face, for she was badly scarred and burned by her encounter with the maleficent Sun God and the radiance of her being, concealed them somewhat.

The High Moon's light shone across Eatheajl with none of the overbearing power of Seander's, for it was delicate and did not illuminate in the same way. It had a soothing and cooling influence, for Shadow swathed across her still and all things were black. Yet the watery robe that was the plunder of The Parched Sun took on a countenance more beautiful than ever it had before and the Queenly moons light danced and flickered upon it.

This peaceful respite however, was fleeting in its entirety, for the warming glow that crept towards them from the distance, spoke all too surely of the suffering they would endure as a familiar doom approached.

The Parched Sun resumed with savagery, his consumption, for his thirst had returned and he was dizzy and wild with it. The terrible heat forced Twrlja to withdraw a little, but always did she whisper to Eatheajl, comforting her and reassuring her that she was not alone.

Teajgna, the singular unaffected entity of his malice, who convulsed with rage, arose to meet him. The closer he came the higher she rose until. In a swirling and volatile mix of wind and fire, they were face to face.

It is not known what was said between them, for the reverent sky never spoke of it, but from that encounter onward, Teajgna was changed, her manner was quicker and she moved with speed, never slowing unless she had to, her determination had grown and there was steel about her will. Faster and faster she swirled around her mother and at times she would bite.

Whatever occurred between Seander and the great wind had set panic at loose within her heart, as though she had seen the terrible destruction that was imminently possible. She conveyed none of these fears to anyone but relentlessly laboured as the wild Sun's scorching cruelty blistered the already mutilated body below. Whatever had happened and however Teajgna had confronted him, she was not successful, for The Sun burned hotter and brighter than he had ever before, Mad with thirst and Mad with rage he had did not care for the words of the wind and punished them all for it.

Eatheajl's severe blistering and the bubbling melt of her body was more than Twrlja could watch, crying for the world and screaming at the sun she tugged at her, trying to free her from the Suns mighty grip. This act of desperation left Eatheajl in agony, In the deepest and most inward core of her body did she feel the struggle between them. Seander hardly noticed that his prey was being kidnapped, for the moon had little strength to make an impression, but the wrenching and tugging had a great impression on Eatheajl, the pain was too much and the world, with a final spasm of despair, surrendered and slipped out of conscious.

What had caused the world to surrender was not at first apparent to the moon, but as she turned the more injured areas of the world away from the source, she noticed a large open tear in her side, and stood at its precipice was Tayra, the Third Daughter, slowly working at the edges, trying to repair it. For she is of the core and is the stone and body of Eatheajl. Born from the fire within and with command of it, she will heal her mother.