Sero-Anya

Within every soul lies a flicker of light that inevitably casts a shadow. It was said that before even life itself had come into being, the twin energies of light and darkness had chased each other across a vast expanse of void before colliding into one another through pure chance. Perhaps life itself, much like the tiniest of souls, really is nothing more than that—a singular speck in an infinite darkness. And so did the cosmic dogma of the Ravaging Void, known by names and worlds as numerous as the stars, come to be. Such a child should not rightly exist, but Sero-Anya did. An interminable loop of birth, life, death, and rebirth. Physically manifesting on the world she had understood as "Aimyhr" seemed to have taken a toll on the plane, as if some aspect of it was shifting off-balance to accommodate this new anomaly. It was as if Sero-Anya was simply not meant to be. Gazing up at that vast spire of crystal that pierced the heavens, Sero-Anya could barely make out the forms of two oddly familiar figures—a radiant sun wrapped in embrace with a snarling moon. Two halves of a perfect whole, mused she, and then briefly wondered why such a thought crept into her mind. Who were they? The girl whose soul was cast from duality was unaware that she was, and still is, a great driving force for change. In search of the truth and of the true essence of her being, Sero-Anya traveled forth in this land and into the depths of the souls she vaguely remembered. The eternal waltz of life and death spans across worlds as numerous as the stars; not even the mightiest gods can hope to escape the end of it all. This fear of extinction drives mortals and deities alike to prolong their allotted time, rejecting their inevitable demise in futility. Indeed, it is this fear of the unknown, of not knowing—will I be as I once was?—that is the true terror of existence. And yet, there are those whose cycles tumble endlessly through and across the fates of others. Primeval and protean, this manifestation of life was torn from itself by the corrupting force of the Ravaging Void, only to discover that its shadowed half had already existed in dormancy. No, the Ravaging Void did not corrupt the shell that was to become Ensa-Taya; it merely allowed that darkness to flourish without its corresponding light. It was this overwhelming desire to become whole again, to knit together once more the wounded and split soul, that drove Juno-Seto to embrace the darkness that sought to destroy all. Beset with both nightmares and visions of an antlered sage, Sero-Anya found herself drawn to that frustratingly foreign yet familiar figure. Her journey across the land went largely unnoticed by much of the populace. There were greater things to worry about—the frigid wind from the west, for one—than the fate of a mere child. The precarious balance of their world was to be thrown into chaos once again in the same vein as the Voidborn invasion. Such was Aimyhr's role as unwitting host to ancient forces beyond mortal ken. Sero-Anya knew, deep within herself, that this was her destiny. All had begun with her, and so all shall end.