A. AGAT (god, origin) – Anturion

In the beginning, there was only the vast expanse of the World Sphere, an endless realm over which Agath and Rasathan reigned. Agath, the Creator, possessed the gift of life and creation, a gift that allowed him to shape new wonders from the emptiness. Rasathan, his opposite, was bereft of such power. Destruction was his domain. While Agath moved freely above the World Sphere, Rasathan was shackled within, doomed to prowl through its desolate core, forever seeking to mar Agath’s creations.

N. NETAT (nothing) – Netation

Before the birth of anything we know, there was Netation, a great nothingness—devoid of light, form, or motion. In this void, Rasathan roamed, his dark heart restless, craving something to dismantle, but there was nothing to ruin. Meanwhile, Agath wandered through the same emptiness, his mind filled with visions of what could be. His thoughts were a whirlwind of potential, an unstoppable force of creation held back only by the stillness that surrounded him.

B. BELAT (beautiful, creative power) – Belation

And so, Agath began to work.

With a single breath, he forged time itself, setting it in motion like the gears of a grand celestial clock. But Rasathan, resentful of Agath’s creation, twisted it, warping the flow of time. Backward it spun, erasing all that Agath had set into motion. Undeterred, Agath pressed on. From the depths of the World Sphere, he brought forth the World Stone, a towering monument meant to contain Rasathan’s corrupting touch. But no sooner had it been raised than Rasathan, relentless in his thirst for chaos, burrowed through it, evading Agath's trap.

The lands that Agath shaped were dry, barren wastelands—empty of life. Rasathan stalked across these lands, his steps quick and restless, but there was nothing here for him to spoil. Frustrated, he cursed Agath, yet his rage only brought satisfaction to the Creator, who knew Rasathan had nothing to corrupt.

Realizing his next step, Agath brought forth light—Milon, a radiant golden orb that illuminated the lands. The light burned bright, too brilliant for Rasathan to bear. He recoiled, desperately seeking shelter, but there was nowhere to hide. Rasathan, ever defiant, tore the land asunder, hollowing it out with caves and mountains to shield himself from the brilliance of Milon’s rays. When this failed, he cast a veil of darkness over the world, dividing light and shadow, and thus the first night fell upon the lands.

Yet Agath’s will remained unbroken. He called forth the seas, vast bodies of water that flowed across the barren lands, their presence a purifying force against Rasathan’s corruption. Rasathan, in disgust, sought to rid the world of these waters. He unleashed the full might of his fire, but the waters merely rose as steam, filling the skies with clouds. Undeterred, Rasathan summoned bitter cold, freezing the waters solid, encasing the lands in ice, and from that conflict emerged the first snow and glaciers.

But Agath had only begun. His creative power surged through the world, and from the desolate ground, he summoned forth life. Trees, plants, and vines unfurled beneath the light of Milon, their leaves rich with verdant energy, their roots drawing deeply from the seas. Where once there was only barren earth, now the land thrummed with life. Yet Rasathan, ever envious, sought to wither these creations. He scorched the earth, drying the plants’ life-giving water, and ushered in a sweltering heat. When the land cracked and burned, Rasathan cast the lands into a dark, cold winter, hoping to extinguish Agath’s work for good. But Agath was ready. He set a new light in the sky—Pelon, a soft, blue glow that pierced even the frost of winter. Though it could not banish the cold entirely, it ensured life would endure.

From the waters and air, Agath conjured forth creatures of unmatched beauty—vibrant fish with glittering scales and birds with feathers that shimmered in every hue. Upon the land, he placed animals that grazed on the lush greenery and thrived under the protection of light and water. Rasathan, ever malcontent, twisted these creatures, molding them into monstrous forms. The once-peaceful beings grew vicious, with sharp claws and fangs that dripped venom. Massive jaws belched fire and poison, tentacles writhed, and the air filled with the screams of terror as these abominations turned on one another in a savage dance of blood and ruin.

And so, the balance between creation and destruction was set. For every wonder Agath brought into being, Rasathan sought to unravel it, a ceaseless war of light and dark, creation and corruption. This was the world’s first struggle—the eternal dance between Agath’s will to shape and Rasathan’s hunger to destroy.

F. FALANA (life, woman, mother, bringer of life) – Falanion

At last, when the world had been shaped and life began to stir upon its surface, Agath sought to fill it with more than mere beasts and plants. His heart swelled with the desire to bring forth a power capable of nurturing life, something pure and kind to counterbalance the destruction that Rasathan had sown. And so, from the essence of creation itself, Agath formed Falana, the Mother Goddess. She was beauty incarnate, her presence a wellspring of warmth and vitality. To her, Agath entrusted the gift of life, the power to breathe into being the creatures of the earth, the trees, the rivers, and the skies. Falana moved through the world, her touch soft as a breeze, and wherever she went, life flourished. Her gift was the foundation of creation, and from her, all living things took root.

I. ISAMATSUR (man, father, guardian of plenty) – Isamatsurion

But Agath knew that life, in its abundance, needed protection—something, or someone, to guard it against the inevitable corruption that Rasathan would unleash. So, from the strength of the earth and the wisdom of the stars, Agath molded Isamatsur, the god-man, the Father of Creation. Strong, brave, and wise, Isamatsur stood as a pillar of defense against the creeping shadows of Rasathan’s influence. His duty was clear: he would be the guardian of all lands, the protector of life itself. No beast, no force of darkness could withstand his might, and under his watchful eye, the creatures of the world knew peace.

Together, Falana and Isamatsur were perfect, a harmony of creation and protection, and from their union came the Triemelions, beings born of both the gods’ essence and the world they ruled. Agath fashioned the Triemelions in his own image—god-like but with the hearts of mortals. They were flawless, radiant, and filled with both wisdom and strength. Agath sent them forth to rule the lands, to nurture and watch over the life that now flourished across the world. The Triemelions were leaders, teachers, and warriors, shepherding all of creation, and in time, they populated the earth with their children, filling the land with their noble kind.

The Dance of the Triemelions—Kha Gilgat Ekh Triemelion

But darkness, as it always does, crept into their midst.

Rasathan, ever envious of Agath’s creations, reached out with his corrupting touch. He ensnared some of the Triemelions, twisting them, warping their perfect forms into hideous reflections of their former glory. The creatures they became were known as Rasacks—beings of malice and deceit, driven by jealousy, hunger for power, and an insatiable greed. Where once they had been wise and just, now they were scheming, cruel, and bitter, their hearts consumed by the desire to destroy what they could no longer possess.

Rasathan gathered these Rasacks to his side, appointing them as commanders over his army of beasts and monsters. From the cold, hard stones of Antoria, Rasathan forged weapons and armor for his newly created warriors, the Rok-Kazhin, the Rasack warriors. The cruel creatures of the world, shaped by Rasathan’s hand, were forced into servitude, made to fight under the banner of their dark master. And so, Rasathan’s army swelled, its shadow stretching ever closer to the World Stone, where Agath’s light still held sway.

The day came when Rasathan unleashed his fury. With his army at his back, he assaulted the World Stone, seeking to destroy Agath’s creation once and for all. Agath, seeing the rising darkness, called forth the Triemelions, marshaling them to fight in defense of the world. Their power was vast, their might unmatched. Lightning, radiant light, and the force of water surged across the lands, sweeping away the darkness wherever it touched. But Rasathan, with his endless malice, countered. From the depths of the earth, he summoned fire and brimstone, which erupted in violent torrents, splitting the ground and sending tremors that shook the very foundations of the world.

This was the Battle of Rasaturmion, the war in which the fate of Antoria would be decided. The clash of powers shook the heavens and the earth alike, with ancient creatures—both noble and vile—falling in droves. Rasathan, realizing that brute force alone would not be enough, unleashed a final, cruel blow. He cast a curse upon all living things, making them mortal. Pain and fear flooded their hearts for the first time, and they fled, seeking shelter from the battle but finding none. Many of the greatest beings of old, both Agath’s noble creations and Rasathan’s monstrous beasts, perished in the chaos.

As Agath gazed upon the destruction—Antoria burning, teetering on the edge of complete ruin—he knew drastic action was required. With the last of his immense power, Agath separated the realms, creating three worlds: Eulamoria, the realm of light and purity; Antomoria, the middle ground where the fate of life would be decided; and Holomoria, a place of eternal darkness where Rasathan was imprisoned, his power contained but never fully extinguished. In this final act, Agath ensured that Eulamoria would be forever out of Rasathan’s reach. The good and noble beings would reside there, free from disease, malice, or sorrow, living in eternal peace. Agath took only the purest of his creations—one pair of Bethaths, and one pair of the most beautiful animals and plants—to Eulamoria, ensuring its perfection.

In Holomoria, Rasathan brooded. It was a land of cold and despair, devoid of light or life. While the blue realm of the heavens ruled the day, at night, the skies would yield to Rasathan’s darkness, and Holomoria would emerge, a haunting specter of what was once vibrant.

Between these realms lay Antomoria, neither wholly good nor completely corrupted. It was here that life, in all its forms, would continue, a fragile balance of light and dark. The World Stone connected the three realms, with endless stairs spiraling along its massive frame. Through these stairs, the souls of the dead in Antomoria could ascend to Eulamoria or, if swayed by darkness, descend into Holomoria. The Triemelions, ever the guardians, watched over these souls, guiding them toward the light, but they could do nothing to stop those who willingly chose the path of shadow.

Thus, the three worlds stood, connected by the World Stone, and the eternal struggle between Agath’s light and Rasathan’s darkness continued, each side vying for dominion over the hearts and souls of those who dwelled in Antomoria.

Agath, in his infinite wisdom, had placed a firm command upon the Bethaths, the god-born children of Eulamoria: they were never to descend the endless stairs of the World Stone, the sacred bridge between realms. So long as they remained in the bright paradise of Eulamoria, their lives would be filled with peace and eternal joy. They would know no suffering, no hunger for power, no darkness in their hearts. But, as with all things too perfect, time wore away at their contentment.

D. DALAT (treasure, temptation) – Dalation

The beauty of Eulamoria, so flawless and unmarred, began to feel stagnant, and it was in this stillness that Rasathan saw his chance. From the depths of Holomoria, he schemed, weaving his influence into the very fabric of desire. He crafted illusions—gleaming treasures, vast hoards of gold, the allure of pleasures, and the lust for power. These temptations shimmered like stars in the void, catching the eyes of the Bethaths and drawing them away from the path of purity. The Bethaths, one by one, descended the World Stone, their hearts ensnared by the gleaming lies Rasathan had set before them. What had once been divine and pure now faltered, seduced by ambition, greed, and the sweet whispers of corruption.

In this moment of weakness, Rasathan struck. With a wave of his dark power, he cursed the Bethaths, stripping them of their immortal forms. Now, they were mortal, subject to the pain, fear, and suffering of the world. All the curses of Antoria fell upon them like a storm, and in their agony, they stumbled back to the foot of the World Stone, gazing upwards in despair. The path to Eulamoria was broken, and they knew with a heavy heart that they could no longer return to their home among the stars. Agath, too, could not reach them. The Bethaths were lost.

P. PARAT (judgment, law, order) – Paration

Paration, the day of judgment, arrived. Agath called forth the fallen Bethaths, and in the shadow of Rasathan’s lingering malice, he pronounced his Oromation, his divine justice. The Bethaths, he declared, could still find redemption, but only if they completed a long and perilous journey across the lands of Antoria, resisting the temptations that had ensnared them once before. If they remained true to Agath’s word, they would be granted passage back to Eulamoria upon their deaths, and their spirits would find peace in the eternal light. Rasathan, for all his power, could not kill them or drag them into Holomoria unless they willingly chose his path. The responsibility of their fate now rested squarely upon their own shoulders.

O. OROMAT (justice, punishment) – Oromation

To aid them on their journey, Agath sent the Triemelions, messengers and warriors of Eulamoria. These divine beings could not intervene directly in the physical realm, nor could they wield weapons or craft miracles. Instead, they could only guide with their whispers, offering wisdom and hope to those who would listen. But even with this guidance, the path would not be easy.

S. SAGANAT (path, choice) – Sagation

The Bethaths embarked on their long trek across Antoria, a land fraught with peril and deceit. Along the way, they faced countless choices, their steps fraught with uncertainty. At every turn, Rasathan laid traps—shiny objects of desire, illusions of power, and deceptions so twisted that even the strongest among them faltered. The Triemelions whispered of righteousness and urged them to stay the course, but Rasathan’s temptations were ever-present, waiting to pull them into darkness.

U. UNTAMAT (faith, loyalty) – Untamation

Yet the Bethaths clung to faith—Untamation—believing in Agath’s promise of redemption. They spread word of his mercy to others still trapped in the torment of Antoria’s damnation, and though they were tempted, they did not stray from the light.

T. TEMANAT (love, dependence) – Temanation

Their unity, their love, Temanation, became their strength. They loved one another fiercely, supporting each other as they faced the hardships of their journey. Together, they built their lives upon the promise of salvation.

But as time passed, even the strongest bonds began to fray. Slowly, the Bethaths succumbed to temptations once more. Deception crept into their hearts, and they quarreled, turning against one another. One by one, they fell onto the path of damnation, and in their despair, it seemed as though all hope was lost.

V. VALAT (vision, eye) – Valation

Then, in the midst of their suffering, a Triemelion appeared. With the grace of Eulamoria’s light, the being foretold a prophecy: the Bethaths would bear a child, and this child would atone for their sins.

G. GRALAT (child, birth of life) – Gralation

They named him Gralon, and they raised him in faith and hope, nurturing him with the knowledge that he was destined to save not only them, but all who had fallen under Rasathan’s shadow. Though Gralon was but a child, the weight of his destiny was clear.

H. HALAT (death) – Halation

His parents, the Bethaths, perished before they could see their salvation, but the Triemelions, true to their word, took Gralon under their protection, teaching him the ways of Agath.

C. CEMBAT (oath, hand, atonement) – Cembation

As Gralon grew, he swore an oath—a solemn Cembation—to the Triemelions, vowing to lead his people out of darkness.

K. KATAT (skill, sword) – Katation

He honed his skills, becoming a master of the sword, learning the arts of war and wisdom.

E. EULAT (deed, magic) – Eulation

His deeds became the stuff of legends, as he fought against Rasathan’s forces, performing miraculous acts of magic and valor, wielding the strength of both mind and body with precision.

R. RASAT (strength, victory) – Kha Gilgat ekh Rasaturmion

In time, Gralon gathered all those who had been lost to damnation and led them into the final battle against Rasathan’s armies. The clash between Ranaturmion and Rasaturmion echoed through the lands as good and evil met in a struggle for the fate of Antoria. With great might, Gralon vanquished Rasathan’s evil forces, scattering them into the shadows.

Y. YANAT (unity, salvation) – Yanakhon

Having achieved victory, Gralon united the lost peoples at the base of the World Stone, leading them to their salvation, where the last remnants of Yanakhon were restored.

L. LAVANAT (balance) – Lavation

Balance was restored between the worlds of light and shadow, and in doing so, Gralon atoned for his parents' sins, bringing peace to the realms.

M. MERAT (master) – Meration

Finally, Gralon was declared Master—Meration—of all the earthly nations. He ascended to the highest throne, and under his reign, peace reigned across Antoria. The world had found its balance at last.