1 Song of Yarra_1

Continental Calendar 3582. Night, twenty-two o'clock.

The moonlight shone on the vast desert, with silver Mia, blue Luscia, and blood-red Lilith, three moons hanging silently in the sky, illuminating everything. Echoing from the distant black fog enveloping the Sighing Desert, was the ghastly sound of savage bloodshed. A battle unseen but only heard, under the chill moonlight, had an eerie aura.

The sounds of the clash echoed, spreading in all directions across the vast desert. Even several miles from the battlefield, it could be clearly heard.

On the outskirts of the Sighing Desert, an anonymous hollow was located in the hills.

The rocks around the hollow blocked the entry of sound. The distinct sounds of conflict, though audible from a distance, were hardly discernable within this battlefield fringe, not inconveniencing the people within.

In the center of the hollow, a bonfire was lit, with a diverse group of people standing or sitting around it. No one was speaking or even making eye contact. Each was occupied with their own tasks, quietly listening to the song and the music at the bonfire.

Yes, a song.

The singing was gentle and soothing, with a deep, yet crisp tone that possessed an indescribable charm and magnetism. Every single note was like an enchanting spell, captivating the listeners' attention.

"Opaque, without light"

"In a void world, no life, no elements, no directions"

"The omnipotent creator, Yarra, lifts her head in the void"

"The light of creation shines, bringing forth light and darkness, life and death in the void"

"Omnipotent Yarra looks down, and solid land appears beneath the creator's feet"

"Omnipotent Yarra raises her hand, and the ethereal sky floats atop the world, never sinking"

"Omnipotent Yarra breathes deeply, the light wind races and leaps between heaven and earth, blowing in all directions"

"The creator's gaze concentrates into a burning flame, her sweat turns into the sea, surrounding the world, bringing hope of life"

"The Creator says, the newborn world, needs guardians"

"The will of the Creator, becomes the desire of the world"

"Life in the image of the Creator."

"Born on the land, soaring in the sky"

"Guardians, that's their name"

"For the sake of guarding, they can live in silence, they can face death"

"The footsteps of the creator wouldn't halt at one world. The advent of the guardians puts the creator's mind at ease and she departs for a distant voyage"

"Day by day, month by month, year by year, the River of Time, flows silently"

"Life gives birth to wisdom by generations, and wisdom gives birth to faith"

"Gods are born from faith, possessing the authority of laws"

"Life offers faith to Gods, and in return, Gods grant believers divine strength"

"Gods walk among us"

"Bringing prolonged life to all things"

"Walking with God."

"The fragrance of fine wine wafts in the air, fields are covered with the golden hue of grain"

"Life seems to exist in heaven"

"Not just seeming like heaven, walking with God, the world is paradise"

"The First Epoch, the Golden Age"

"That's the name of that era, how many generations long for it indefinitely"

Even though the song was sung in the language of humans, the one singing by the fire was not a human, but an elf. Her slender stature, pale green pupils, emerald hair, elongated ears, all of these manifests her pure elf lineage.

The elf's face was refined and beautiful. Anyone who saw her, would think of a daffodil at first glance – elegant, pure, noble, and beautiful.

The elf sat with her legs crossed on a stone beside the bonfire, her casual pose, radiated the grace of a highborn lady sitting in a palace.

The elf had no instruments in her hands, only a hunting bow. But in her hands, the most basic hunting bow and the ordinary bowstring were enough to play twenty-three different notes, forming a captivating melody.

"Shallow mortals, incapable of reverence."

"A wonderful life makes mortals ungrateful."

"Fragrant fine wine, poured recklessly."

"Golden grains, trampled, stained with dust."

"Mortals have become lazy and extravagant, no longer striving as they did."

"Deities in disappointment withdraw their blessings, letting the earthly paradise move from dawn to dusk."

"Mortals who lost their blessings anxiously demand all they had from the deities."

"The silence of the deities turned the reverence of mortals into hatred."

"The power from the deities made mortals defy all."

"Burning with the fire of war, they sought to bring the deities down to dust."

"The divine ones fall."

"Assaults from the mortals led to the fall of deities, mortals, now mighty, grasp the authority of law, becoming the new deities."

"The wrathful deities unite, declaring war against the mortals, a war that lasted a hundred years."

"Lands crack open, magma erupts, rivers run dry, plants wilt, life withers."

"The wrath of deities almost tears the world apart, turning everything upside down, the stars disappear."

"Guardians, for the sake of stability, pacified the wrath of deities."

"Yet signs of life on this land, are hardly discernable."

"Ten thousand years of time passes swiftly."

"The erupted magma transformed into fertile land. Lush vegetation covers the scars of the world."