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<center>Tale of the dead pantheon</center>
Long ago, before the age of humans arose, the earth knew no warfare, no fractures in the consciousness of her peoples.
It was in these peaceful and plentiful days that a great number of gods walked the face of the planet. Theirs was a great society, law-abiding and intelligent.
To a higher power all inhabitants of our fair soils must at some point bow, however, and for these deities that higher power was provided by the only two heavenly bodies at that point present in the skies above them.
Yes, the sky remained empty but for the lonely sun and moon, parents of the orb on which they shone, yet sworn to dwell in seperation.
To these, their celestial parents, the earth-dwelling gods did swear their fealty, but, like all creatures, they fell prey to the frailty of ego, and this was their undoing.
This untold multitude of lesser deities soon began squabbling as to whom was the most powerful, each naming themself the greatest member of their society, each with a different reasoning.
Over this petty arguing were the divine parents forced to shine, until both grew impatient with their children.
"For what," queried the golden father, "do they squabble? Each leaves their mark upon the world, do they wish for our eternal stuggle, to look upon our child, but knw not it's warm soils?"
It was the thought of a moment, but as his beloved and their child span below him, upon this did he fix as punishment.
Thus when next the sun and moon were able to embrace, in a lunar eclipse the likes of which blinded the eye, did the celestial lovers rid the earth of her squabbling charges, banishing them to glitter in the now full skies, forever gazing upon the spinning green and blue orb they once called home.
<center>Emergence of the Theos.</center>
Long ages passed before humans rose to power, but rise they did, and far from any others, two societies sprang up with knowledge of this ancient tale, and magic in their blood.
These tribes were known as the Luna and Sol tribes, named after the maternal and paternal deities they worshipped, and forever jostling over the superior of the skies.
The moon, the Luna argued, controls the tides and that life-giving source, water.
Ah, but the sun, the Sol would always break in, he allows our crops to grow, and feeds us.
So the arguments would go whenever the two tribes met, and in turn, each was favoured by their god.
In an age of prosperity much like that that had blessed the lesser deities before their banishment, a great number of children were born unto these two groups, a few of which had a great magical potency, a ripple of which was felt throughout the cosmos, awakening the sleeping pantheon, whose consciousness had long faded.
Laying dormant, these sky-borne deities had been of little use to those walking the earth, but now they were once more alive, they fixed upon a plan to return to their home.
These children, these blessed summoners, were to be possessed the moment they left the womb, and in their young bodies would the god take shape, waiting for the moment at which they gained control. The children would grow able to hear this spirit guide, able to make decisions based on their advice, and most were vocal about these whisperings.
Hearing of these happenings, the tribe leaders met, able to put aside their disputes for this great case. After convening for three days, they came to a decision- the summoners, the Theos children, were to be given to guardians able to shape their powers, free of the burdens of their feuding societies.
