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Hythlodaeus;
The Convocation of Fourteen─well, it was Thirteen at the time─endeavored to create a will for our star. They would repair the fundamental laws of order and halt the spread of destruction.
But creation on such a scale required an immense source of power...
Of those of us who still lived, nearly half offered up their lives in the name of salvation.
And from their sacrifice, Zodiark was born. Just as we had hoped, He reached forth and halted the march of oblivion.
...Yet oh how the star had suffered. So many species lost. The land was blighted, the waters poisoned, and even the wind had ceased to blow.
Once more did our people give of themselves to Zodiark. Another half of our race sacrificed to cleanse the world; to ensure that trees and grasses and myriad tiny lives would sprout and grow and flourish.
The cycle of life had begun anew, and we reconsidered the means by which we might protect it.
The Convocation decided thus: we would nurture our world until it was bursting with vitality. Then, when the time was right, we would offer some portion of its living energy to Zodiark...
In return, He would restore to us those brethren whose souls had fed His strength, and together we would resume our role as stewards.
There were, however, those who disagreed with this plan. They argued that enough had been sacrificed to Zodiark─that this new world should belong to the lives newly born.
These dissidents surrendered their life energies in the creation of Hydaelyn, an incarnation of their opposing belief. And for the first time in history, our people stood divided... Know you, then, how this conflict ended?