Chapter Text
When the skies and the grounds were one legends through there twelve forces nurtured the tree of life. An eye of red forces created the evil which covered the heart of tree of life and the heart slowly grew dry.
To intent an embrace for heart of tree of life, the legends hereby divide the tree in half and hide each side hence time is overturned and space turns askew.
The twelve forces divide into two and create two suns that look alike, into two worlds that seem alike. The legends travel apart. The legends shall now see the same sky but shall stand on different grounds, shall stand on the same ground but shall see different skies. The day the grounds beget a single fault before one sky in two worlds that seem alike, the legends will greet each other. The day the red forces purify and twelve forces reunite into one perfect root – ” A New World Shall Open Up “
is what they want you to remember…
But what the old tales choose not to remember is this:
The Sundering was not only the Tree splitting.
It was the Twelve themselves fracturing.
Some legends crossed the divide intact—whole in body, aligned in spirit, anchored in the new twin worlds.And three did not.
The crossing scattered them, tore their powers from their centers, and cast them into the veiled spaces between worlds. Their voices could not reach the others; their footsteps left no echo; their names slipped from the memory of those who stood safely in the mirrored lands.
From the moment the Tree was torn, the Twelve were no longer Twelve.They were nine and three.United in origin. Divided in fate.
And the world has never healed from that first wound.