In the beginning, there was only the void and only Inanis the void god, 

but Inanis grew lonely, so he split his soul into 10 pieces, and the Parthenon was born

The Parthenon grew weary of the void and created Anluz. 

Hakbus, God of the sun and light, created the sun to light up the world

Druantia, the goddess of weather, farming, and nature created the Land and Sky

Hoori, God of the wild, animals, and werebeast created animals to walk the lands

Gosoi, Goddess Of The Ocean, filled the space in-between the lands with the ocean and created life in the oceans

Grim, Goddess of life and death, created all the races to breathe new life into Anluz 

Adea, Goddess of lust, desires, and greed gave the races their desires both good and bad

Lulreus, God of Knowledge, gave the races the ability to learn and process information 

Ebrius, God of alcohol, Parties, and Douchebaggery gave the races berries of which we make our alcohol

Ether, God of magic, gave Anluz Mana for us to use magic

Muzaos, God of diseases, plagues, and sickness gave Anluz sickness and the herbs used to heal them

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Our story begins in the factory capital of the world, Nazamara (Naz-Amara) in the frozen kingdom of Ackermouth. Nazamara is built on a mountain with slums, large mines, and factories at the bottom of the hill. At the top of the hill separated by a wall is where mansions and rich life are. In the slums of Nazamara, a wood elf by the name of Finvir Duskmire was born, he had brown hair and amber eyes. Finvir was born to a pair of coal miners who sadly died from smoke inhalation and hypothermia. 

It was a late night in the workhouse. The only noise was the soft snoring of the other workers, the crackling of wood inside the large furnace keeping the workhouse warm, and the wind blowing the snow off the old tin roof. I sat on my bed and sang softly to myself "Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me” I blew on the cake I had drawn out of the dust on the floor with an 8 in the middle. I wrapped myself in the small thin blanket and laid on the stiff pillow and mattress. 

(Time skip)

It was 7 am when the loud bell from the church rang out. I woke up with a yawn and stretched my arms with a satisfying pop, I looked around the workhouse and saw the other older workers walking to the communal showers while some moved to the large cafeteria. I was the latter after changing into my work clothes which consisted of a pair of overalls with a white button-up, a fur coat for the outside, and boots. I picked up a metal bowl on a tray and filled it with some chicken noodle soup and grabbed my little serving of bread, I sat with the other children who talked about the upcoming day.

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Just as we finished our meals, the church bells rang again, an indicator that it was time to work. We put our dishes in the large metal trough repurposed for a large sink and then walked out into the snow-filled cobblestone street.

 Most people work in the assembly lines that produce the airships, boats, and armor for the Ackermouth Army or the large coal mines under the city. Finvir on the other hand is too weak to work in either, so he spends his work hours as a mailboy delivering letters for some residents. He ran down the road towards the first of three major slums that make up the coal district, named Tin Town. As he reaches the neighborhood, he opens the box at the end and starts delivering the letters to the residents. 

 A pink and yellow sky replaced the blue sky as the sun lowered. All that was left was a letter for a guy named Ciel Zaitsev (Zait-se). Ciel was a regular when it came to letters, he owned a huge estate in Tin Town. A large iron fence enclosed the Zaitsev estate, which was made of orange-red stone with white accents and a copper dome in the middle of the roof.  

After staring at the large home for a minute, I opened the iron door in front of the property. As I walked through the garden, I saw all kinds of stuff. The garden was full of cedar trees, hedges, and flowers. The flowers were a bright blue with an outline of white, they were giving off a faint blue glow, and you could see the frost coming off them. Reaching the front door, I knocked. It was answered by the Man himself. Ciel Zaitsev was a Breton man about 5’6 with black hair and dull brown eyes. He wore a white button-up shirt with a black vest, black suit pants, and black dress shoes. 

Ciel Zaitsev 

Smart, Rich, and Kind

“ Hello, their young Finvir!” He spoke with a kind, soft tone, “What brings you to my estate?” 

I responded with my usual monotone, calm voice, “A letter came in for you.”  I reached into my little bag and handed him the letter. He took the letter and read what was written on the letter before he tucked it back into his back pocket. 

He looked down at me, smiled, and said " Say Finvir are you finished for the day?”

I looked up to the man and said back," Yes, sir. I just finished my rounds.”

< Narrator POV>

Ciel moved to the side of the door and ushered with his arm to the inside of his home and said," Well then would you like to continue our lesson?”.

You see, the reason Ciel is so familiar with Finvir is because when neither of them are working he works as a tutor for Finvir. Finvir looked to the street behind and saw people walking back home after a long day of work, and then he heard the bells of the church indicating the start of the curfew, seeing no other option he sighed and said “Sure.” He moved inside the house, took his boots off, and then Ciel shut the door behind him. 

 Ciel was a kind man at the age of 27. Everyone in the industrial district knew he was a man who worked and protested for better working conditions in the factories and mines. He was one of the few rich people who actually cared for the industrial district and its people. 

The inside of the house was just as big as the outside, it had marble floors and oak walls with paintings of past wars and forests. Finvir and Ciel walked down a hall before reaching a large round room with two marble stairs on one wall leading to the bedrooms and smoking room and 3 door frames on the other walls.  They take a left and walk down one of the hallways, passing by the kitchen and the servant quarters before finally reaching the library. 

The library was a medium-sized, two-story room with a sanguine red carpet. The leftmost side of the room had three large windows that showed the pink sky outside. The wall on the other side of the room had a large fireplace, and a painting of a middle-aged Nord man with black hair and pitch-black eyes wearing a black suit sat on top of the mantel. 

Finvir moved into the room and sat on one of the comfy red chairs that sat in front of the fireplace, looked up at Ceil, and said, "Ready, Mr. Zaitzev."