A strange, Orangemoon mist settled across Helovia, obscuring the sight of all with its curious appearance. The night sky began to turn light, and a faint song could be heard resting on the silver cloud. It was calling all, calling them together in unison. A whisper in the Steppe. A chorus in the Edge. A symphony in the Throat. A harmony in the Foothills. The sing grows louder, pulling at your heartstrings and ears, beckoning forward to the Thistle Meadow. None could ignore the subtle hypnosis of the music, so beautiful and yet so foreign and heard differently by each.


As the sun begins to rise, light danced off of the silver mist which gave way to the lavender figure of the God of the Moon. Her elegant jaw was lifted to the sky, plum eyes closed. The wings that rest at her sides are lightly disturbed by the crisp, cool breeze, bits of feather shimmering and humming. The voice, angelic, strange and heavenly was moving from her own throat, multiple melodies coming from her single voice in a bizarre uniformity.

All gathered before her, and she opened her pupiless eyes, strange and mysterious as she gazed upon their faces. She shifted on her delicate hooves, taking note of those he came and those who ignored her beckoning. The goddess would not lightly forget that slight upon her summons.

Suddenly, she snapped open her wings and lifted her body off the ground in a single, fluid movement, hovering above the cloud with silent wings. Not even a rustle of breeze could be heard from the movement. "Too long you have suffered, distanced from each other by the wrath and jealousies of our brother, the Sun. He has been EXILED, and he will walk among you, like you until he understands the beautiful fragility you mortals call life. But to honor the dawning of freedom, the respect of individuals and the honor in unity, we begin THE GAMES!

The Goddess' voice rang out clear and sharp along the meadow, resonating through the grass like a whisper in a cave. Her voice was magnetic, calling forth excitement and wonder from the mortals, and she too was glad to offer a sport to draw the attention of all, to engage them in competition free from the darkness and gloom that had plagued their minds. Now was a time to join together and forget the prejudice and violence. Now was the time to play.