Long and long ago, before the Children of the Flame, who call themselves humans, came to walk the worlds, there were the Sithryn... and there were their gods, the Norns, so tall and fair they outshone the Sithryn as the Sithryn outshine men. The Norns strode the stars, breathed upon the water, brought life to the land.

Now the Sithryn were divided into Great Houses. In the House of the Oak, there was a princess, Mezumiiru. She looked upon the Norn who was the Sun and her Soul she gave to him, even though He never even looked at her once.

Days she would sit in her garden, doing naught but watching him from beneath her hands as he sailed across the endless Sky. And nights, she would lie in her bower, dreaming of his touch. Then one night, as she slept, she dreamt. Beyond all hope, he came to her... and held her... and she wept with joy.

There were seven children in all, from whom the other Great Houses claim descent, but after the youngest was born, the Sun visited Mezumiiru no more.

Now She was alone. Her children were all grown and, as is the way of lives, had gone their own paths... and Mezumiiru wept. She could not stop. She wept night and day and at last went out to sit at the same spot in the garden where first she had watched her Love's course across the heavens.

She sat atop a rock and her tears flowed until they formed a rill, then a brook, and the Sky itself, moved by pity... shed tears for her grief.

Now the brook became a stream... the stream, a river... and the Norns, worried over the fate of the world, came to her... and with them was the Sun. Seeing her grief, he talked with the other Norns, then made Mezumiiru his wife and took her into the sky with him and she became the Goddess of the Moon.

And to this day, they chase each other across the sky, meeting in each others arms at dusk and dawn.

This is the tale the Sithryn tell...