I am beginning a new segment on here. I will be recording the various iterations of the body of myths and lore of Evandar. Some of it will be focused in different regions. And there will be some that are larger and go between multiple groups. I will attempt to make note of where each myth fits in the world. Below is the first iteration of the myth of the courtship of the goddess Roen and the god Sigurt. I wrote this back in the spring of 1997. What changes there may be to it are adjustments for spelling and grammatical errors.
I begin with the time before time, when Roen, Sigurt, Kaileth, and Morguthu were young and the world just formed. In the eternal darkness between the stars, long before any of us, the gods saw the world. Morguthu, in his cruelness, saw the shining beauty and innocence of the world as a thing to be destroyed. He walked on the earth. From him came plague, sorrow, hatred, and violence. A surge of evil tainted the defenseless children of the First Age.
They battered each other, destroying their brethren of spirit for a perceived gain. Many were fearful, pleading with Morguthu to loosen the death hold he had on the world. Kaileth heard their please and sought the cause. Discovering the pain and anguish of all the folk of the world, he went to his sister. Roen began the arts of healing and with the aid of her brother, she created places of protection.
This proved not to be enough, though. Roen walked the earth, bringing what peace she could. Morguthu tried to attack her, meeting with Kaileth each time. His [Morguthu's] brother was in a region of the world untouched by Morguthu's poisons. After a time, the sounds of sorrow reached him and he awoke from his sleep. Sigurt saw the work being done by Roen and Kaileth. As the pair worked side by side, Sigurt slowly began to fall in love with her [Roen], watching them from a distance. Morguthu saw his brother's growing adoration as was furious. Tempted to seek to destroy everything Roen had created, he brooded.
During this time, Roen and Kaileth reversed most of the harm wrought by Morguthu. The world grew to be almost healthy again. Sigurt saw the immense damage wrought by his brother and began to do what he could to ease the world's pains as well. When Morguthu walked the world again, Roen ans Sigurt had began to become close. Morguthu used all of his arts of deception to make himself as fair as the rising dawn. Kaileth saw him approaching Roen, and knew it was their foe despite the fair face. Kaileth warned his beloved sister that Morguthu was soon to arrive. Taking the form of a sparrow, Kaileth stayed close.
Morguthu dazzled fair Roen's eyes at first. He claimed to have fallen in love with the goddess and wished her to be his bride. A tinge of icy, bitter rage swirled through his guise as Roen turned away. Softly, she told him he was a danger to her and her creations. He insisted she was safe with him and that her creations were as well. She frowned and sternly told him she would not be his.
In a flash fire of rage, he attacked her. With all her strength and power, she banished him from her. After Sigurt had confessed his love, and Roen confessed her's for him, they were wed. Kaileth guided the world as Morguthu began to rage. As Sigurt and Roen celebrated their union, the world knew peace. And thus began the First Age.
Clearly very different from what I have developed now, you can still see the seeds of the more mature story in this one. Something that I should note is that the spelling of Kaileth changed multiple times through out this very brief story. The very first version of the name of the god of chaos and magic was Kalieth. Somehow, over the many years I have been working on this, the name changed to what it is now. I think it happened about seven years ago, but I'm not entirely sure.
It is also evidence that my writing style was once far less elegant than it is now. One of the things that annoys me about this first version of the story was how repetitive I was. It also bothers me that I kept everything so vague. I am glad that I've made the changes I have over the years. It gives the story greater depth and a sense of history.