Núr existed in a time before all our ages, when light and darkness—known as Silvër and Nimáriel in the noble language of Élunar—had not yet divided the celestial realms. From the very heart of the void, where nothing existed before, the first sparkling shard was born. Like a small glimmer in the solitude of being, it sparked sharply, emitted a cutting tone, and then extinguished. Yet it had come into existence. Soon, from it, a flame burst forth, so bright that it pierced the dense veil of darkness, tearing its mythical fabric into shreds of mist that surrounded all. This flame, bearing the name Enórië, was the soul of the first being, born from the desire to create a world.

Enórië blazed brighter than all the supposed thoughts of the gods, and her light began to weave the fabric of time and space. Later, as the Great Mother Amirëan, she cast forth into the void her offspring, the Naolóry, whose cries as newborn children created mighty lightning bolts that struck the distant cosmic walls and expanded them with forged stars. Sagit was the firstborn, the fairest among them, and Amirëan loved him most of all her children, for he was the first to whom she breathed life. She also gave him the greatest gift, a part of her own creativity, so that he might help fill her house.

Yet Sagit could not rule over his gift wisely. Behind his mother’s back, he was rough, and over time his brothers grew to despise him for his pride, as he looked down upon them as lesser beings. Secretly, he envied their tranquil herds of stars, which they cradled in their arms, and he wished to command them from his position. Thus, he created chaos, unleashing a mighty storm, dissolving cosmic order, and causing everything within to mix together. He nibbled at the bodies of dancing stars and wove from their light a radiant fabric called Elúvéris, in which he then clothed himself. With it, he stirred the calm mists of dust into endless whirls, and in the end, he unveiled his own grand creation, capable of consuming his brothers and banishing them from existence. Amidst his desired ruin, stars shattered against each other, and Amirëan, in her dreadful majesty, grew angry at him.

"What have you done, Sagit? Were you perhaps charged with the destruction of my house? Or do you wish to sow discord among your brothers and ignite a cosmic war with them?"

Sagit, momentarily ashamed upon being exposed and betrayed by his own ambition, at first did not dare meet his mother’s eyes. But when he finally looked up, he saw in them a burning fire and wrath that threatened to sweep him away in a storm, along with the dust of fallen stars into a chamber of no return.

"Mother," he said, "you granted me the power to shape the world. But how am I to create freely when you have given so much space to my brothers, and they have taken over everything around? They have ruined all my work, for I must share with them, and I can no longer create anything, for when I look around, I see only their contented herds, and their happiness drives me to madness. Therefore, I created chaos to bring a new order to your house, and I have found in it the power that rightfully belongs to me as the firstborn!"

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Amirëan, however, knew that Sagit’s actions could not be forgiven so easily. "It is not about the gifts, my son, nor about what your brothers possess, but about the fact that you yourself could not bind anything to you. Your heart is not filled with love, and so you do not understand how much you have hurt your brothers. I made a mistake when I let you shine brighter at the beginning of the ages because you were the firstborn. How could you, in that brilliance, have gone blind, mortally wounding my cosmic harmony and denying others their rights?"

The universe fell silent with horror at the tone of her voice. The Naolóry, Sagit’s brothers, looked upon their fallen sibling and awaited their mother’s judgment. Amirëan raised her hands, and from her palms burst strands of light that bound her son. "You shall be banished, Sagit, from the reach of my embrace! Your majesty will never again reach the heights of your brothers, and you shall wander among the stars clothed in a filthy robe of stardust you yourself created. You shall seek your place in this world until you collide with it yourself, and only then will you be granted the chance to create your own house, in which you will learn what it is to care for something that clings to you."

And so Sagit was cast into the dark space between the stars, where he wandered in his bitterness for ages, filled with hatred, at first spreading chaos once more. But time dissolved his anger, and soon Sagit came to know deep sorrow. He secretly wiped his tears into his cloak along the way, from which the dirt gradually fell away, and it began to glow faintly again with the remaining starry brilliance. Along his journey, he often lost his way, sank into dark pits, and was burned many times by blazing whips of starlight, which left hideous scars on his body. Yet he always managed to rise and continue his journey. Wandering souls, rare as they were, laughed at his scarred visage, so he veiled his face with his cloak. From then on, he traveled blind.

It was a cruel, desolate journey, which finally brought him, battered and broken, to the wheels of the mighty Milky Way, which hurled Sagit, with all its thundering might, into a collision with Earth. In flames, he split her heavens and wiped out all life upon her. Trees burned, the earth bled, smoke poured from the mountains, and choking dust settled upon the ruins of shattered rocks. The oceans swelled with fury, and rain poured for days, flooding riverbeds, tearing apart lands, until Sagit, beaten, buried himself deep within, into the heart of the earth, and she rounded once more.

And a new age began. A moment of awakening. Sagit took his last breath, and with it, a new realm was born, filled with air—a hall within the Earth so vast that it held enough space for his soul to dwell. From his cloak, the light separated from the mist for eternity, creating the Arcana night and Solé, the sun. Water seeped through the veins of the mountains, springing forth into rivers and seas, and the untouched land of Írisië was born.

At first, it was barren and inhospitably empty, but Sagit’s body nourished the soil, which drew the hungry roots of fallen trees, buried under the dust on the Earth’s surface, to weave through her crust and emerge as the noble Tulóry. For the first time, Írisië blossomed, filling the air with a sweet fragrance that awakened Sagit’s soul from its slumber. It split into three parts, each taking the name of a star from which Sagit had sipped light during the chaos. Thus, Antar, Eta, and Prior, the wanderers, entered Arcana.