The vanishing of Akellion and Cahya
With the arrival of man, at first all was well. Both gods took to the needs of those children of the Earth. When the sun was high, the people were under Akellions care. Under the careful guidance of the sun, they learned to sow crops, to fashion themselves clothes, within the sun they learned to live. The sun was warm and good, and those first men knew that with the sun food, warmth, and comfort were to follow.
Though when Akellion took his rest, Cahya returned to tend the people. Though they often knew not of his presence, for it was sleep which took them during this time. Not wanting to leave these creatures without care, Cahya fashioned for them dreams. The dreams were wonderful, visions of prosperity seeped into the heads of the sleeping people. It seemed to them, that anything was possible within the confines of the unconscious mind. For within one could be worlds away, among the stars of Cahya, one could dance among colors and aurora that did not exist among the vibrant earth. There was great comfort within this for the fledgling people as they possessed no means to venture to these celestial planes themselves.
Though with dreams emerged nightmares. Horrid, violent beasts that were not of Cahya’s doing, but rather emerged from the insidious nature of man, of the corruption that lies within the heart of humanity. In not wishing to recognize the poison of their own doing, the blame for such terrible projections was pushed upon the shoulders of the kind star walker. In time, people began to fear Cahya’s darkness. No longer seeing the gentle moonlight, but rather the wolf’s howl, the uncertainty of what lurks in what cannot be seen.
So to ease the minds of the ever growing humans, Cahya took to the refuge of the forest. Despite his ostracization from society, he continued to gift the humans with dreams, and slowly they forgot from who the gift came. Akellion, who was enraptured by his companion, was greatly troubled by his retreat from society, believing that balance could be achieved through their dual rule. Despite Akellion’s belief in peace between the night and day, man did not.
Humanity was, to the gods, quite the conundrum. An ever evolving paradox, the inner, intrinsic traits of the creatures often battling for dominance. The flesh was merely a vessel for that tiny spark of stardust one may call a soul. Humanity is in many ways a virus, taking, destroying, spreading among the vastness of the world and feasting upon all that was good, leaving in their wake destruction, death, loss. The capacity of men to take was unfathomable against the bounty of the Earth which provided unto them. However, within that same breadth humans are also good. The capacity for kindness and compassion that accompanies humanity is nearly as limitless as that for destruction. So forms the enigma of man.
Cahya, with his deep fondness of both man and Akellion, stays. He stays in spite of those who would hate him and wish him back into the oblivion that is beyond time and law. Not all was terrible within his forest safe haven. Within the darkened woods Cahya found other creatures. Winged beasts with glowing eyes, wisps of the woods, and other such fantastical creatures of the night. In time he and the mystical communities grew close, with their trust they made him their king, and his realm became that of the woods. An eternal ruler made of kindness and starlight to guard over the generations to come.
As Cahya came to rule the dominions of night, so did Akellion become a king among men. For who better to protect them against the vale of night than one for whom sunlight ran within his veins? So the two guarded their lands, the march of time wore on, as seasons changed so did they. No longer clothed in swatches of sun and aurora, they adopted the clothing of man and changed their names so that their subjects may better relate to them. No longer were they Cahya and Akellion, but instead Victor and Yuuri. Separately they continued their duties, time went on, and slowly they forgot themselves. Memories of their names and companions weathered away as does the rock under the presence of rain. As they had forgotten their love of one another, new values took root within them, the views of their people. Soon Victor grew to loath the night, and Yuuri to protect his people from those whom would seek to harm them.
Thus the gods find themselves today, far removed from home, family, and origin, struggling to come together against years of determent. Clashing against one another as does the tempest to the cliffs guarding the land from the sea.