Prelude (B) A Tale so Finely Told...

~The Castor Creation Myth~

Before the world came to be, there was a god of story. This weaver of tales told his stories with such passion and such life that his tales couldn't help but come to life. From the nothingness that was, there formed the world. The story teller walked his world and found it to be just as he told it, he was pleased with his work. However, the story teller yet had so much to see and so many tales to tell. He was unwilling to stay to watch over his creation. So, he created the first woman of this world to keep his world. A perfect beauty, the most flawless of all his creations, he formed her and endowed her with his power. She awoke and the story teller gave her the duties she would fulfill before he left on his journey back across the stars.
The girl's name was Eden, and she found herself now as the lone care-taker of a beautiful and expansive world.
She wandered for years upon years until time lost meaning to her. Her youth seemed infinite, but as time began to move on, her loneliness seemed so as well.
To quell her loneliness, she chose to use the powers withwhich she was endowed to create a companion for herself. Thus was born the first man.
Eden, however, was not a god, simply a mortal. Her creation did not share the powers with which she was endowed. Powers or not, however, she loved him.
His name was Kahm.
Together they had many children, all of which followed after Kahm in having no powers like their mother. Thus, many years passed.
After much time had gone, Kahm had grown very jealous of his wife's power, wanting it for himself and for his children. This jealousy eventually made him lose his mind.
Believing that if he ate her, and fed her to his children they would inherit her powers, he attempted to murder his wife. He was foiled, having made the serious mistake of forgetting that she had at her use the very power he coveted.
Eden was forced to use her powers to destroy her insane husband to protect herself, the action breaking her heart.
While she was yet in her tears, the story-teller returned to his world, surprised to see her with children and in tears. He inquired to what had happened and she related to him her story.
Filled with compassion, the Story-Teller offered her one last gift before he would leave for the final time. Using his right as a god, he created a husband for her who was far more worthy. This second husband was created to be nearly perfect; honorable, kind, filled with power and confidence. His endowed powers matched and even exceeded those of his wife. Despite his greater power, there could be no heart so gentle. Before he left, the Story-Teller named this prince "Cast".
Eden and Cast swiftly fell in love, there could be no more devoted husband. They also had children, like before the children taking after their father, except in this instance, being born with the same endowed powers. The sacred power, the force that set them apart came to be named Magic.
Thus, the people of the world came to be separated into two separate classes: the children of Kahm,(Kahmmoners) and the children of Cast (Castors).
Religiously, this separation was of key importance. Those who held these magical powers were the children of the honorable and worthy father, those who did not were the children of the man that had attempted to murder and devour the mother of the world. Castors became the nobles in a feudal system which made Kahmmoners into second-rate citizens, and in many important ways, unholy.
Cast and Eden remained a living and beloved couple, having longevity none of their mortal children shared. After a millennium, Eden finally passed on, having extreme old age. Cast mourned her, and having no desire to live on without his companion, he took her body to the mouth of a sacred river where he began casting an enormously powerful and complicated spell. The bodies of both he and his wife were consumed by the magic and in that place rose a great silver tower.
At the base of the tower there stood a vast and beautiful palace, the tower rising out of the middle and seeming to rise endlessly into the heavens. This was the foundations for the great city of Silver Spire, home of the holy empire.
The government established made many countries over the face of the world, but the leaders of each nation bowed before the holy emperor. The Emperor was a direct descendant of the original Cast, the first son of the first son since the beginning.
The wives of each prince Cast were provided by the other nations of the world, each taking their turn with every generation. It was considered to be the greatest of all honors to become the wife of Cast and to bear him the next great prince Cast.
Because of the power of magic, there was little need for invention, and the beauty and romance of castles was much preferred by the castors. Machinery and invention were become the fancy of madmen.
This was the order of the world, this was the way they each believed, Castor and Kahmmoner alike . . . until one beautiful morning when a floating city descended from the stars.