In the beginning, there was a scanty and arid land, inhabited by humans, fragile creatures of flesh and blood, both born of a spark of a distant wish of the Goddess Sothis. She lived in a whole unknown to mankind, dreaming and creating each thing, as she could do nothing but insufflate life. Being weak, humans were soon desperate and in agony. The Goddess felt her creations’ remote cry of help, and thus, created a rich land, and pure water to keep them rich at all times. She created animals, to keep humans company and to feed them, and she dreamed fruits and vegetables to sustain animals. She dreamed of trees to protect humans of the glowing orb she thought to light her creations, and flowers to hell them, were they to fall ill again. But soon, humans grew tired, and thus, she created to moon to let them rest, and to protect them from the warmness of the day. It was a harmonic idyll. Each thing lived according to the Goddess’ power of life.
But humans soon became ill again. The Goddess Sothis, eager to save her progeniture, descended to Earth to help her creations. As not to frighten her children, she disguised herself and took their traits, becoming one of their own. She found her land wild with negligence. Having the gifted mankind with life was not enough, for they had no intellect and no talent. The Goddess, who was all knowing and a creator, taught her children arts. She taught them how to work, how to cultivate, how to reproduce. Soon, the land was tamed, and the humans gifted with technology. But the Goddess, alone in her task, could not teach every human, who began to scatter.
To help her in her difficult task, the Goddess cut her skin, and let her blood fall on her Earth. Four drops of blood fell on the soil, and from those four drops were born four babies, each resembling the Goddess in her new form. The infants grew quickly, lulled by their Mother’s lullaby, into strong adults. Her first born was Saint Macuil, blessed with a deep knowledge of magical arts and a tactful intelligence. After him was Saint Indech, blessed with the purest wisdom and high dexterity in battle arts. The third son was Saint Cichol, who was the instructor of mankind, blessed with the gift of knowledge. The last daughter was Saint Seiros, lover of mankind and worshipped for her numerous skills, both in magical and battle arts. The Goddess Sothis named them the Nabateans. Her progeniture then allied with mankind, teaching them the skills they mastered and assisting them in their daily tasks.
But soon, the humans started to turn their backs to the Goddess’ protection, and dedicated their days to crafting and advancement, neglecting the wordship of their creator. Such behaviour darkened their hearts, for the Goddess’ light could not reach them anymore. Humans became greedy, reclused and lustful. They challenged the Progeniture Goddess and her children, with what they instructed them, thinking them higher than the Gods because they had flaws the Nabateans did not possess and technology they built alone. With their weapons, they attacked the Goddess. Although not hurt from their weapons, her heart shattered from their hubris. As a divine punishment and duty to restore order amid the chaos, Saint Seiros struck mankind down, in a war that lasted for centuries.
The Nabateans used their divine gifts to protect their Mother and to defeat the humans’ hubris. The Earth was devastated by centuries of war. The lands were once again arid and barren, and all living creatures were now alone few. Heartbroken by this prospect, and in her unfathomable kindness, the Goddess used her remaining strength to heal the land. Such action revived the Earth, and soon, life was anew. The humans that survived and who witnessed such miracles, promised to never commit sacrilege again and to spend the rest of their lives to worships the Goddess and to pass that thankfulness to their heirs. Appeased by this promise, the Goddess retired in the high mountains of Zanado, in the middle of her Earth and fell to slumber.