The clan of Meseöi, the Ghensa, thrived in the fertile plains created by Mésēízősa, yet they were not the only clan to be blessed by the Gods. Inspired by Mésēízősa, many of the gods took different clans under their wings. One night, soon after the migration of the Ghensa clan, Cuñùek appeared before the Ghéna clan. While Mésēízősa showed himself to only one woman, Cuñùek came before the clan as they dug for water. He sprung forth from the well, dark lapis lazuli skin shimmering in the sunset. Golden flecks glimmered in his eyes. The Ghéna prostrated themselves before him, a mighty spout of water erupted from the ground. The earth rumbled as the waters washed mountains away, carving a shining pathway into the fertile plains. Cuñùek turned to the Ghéna clan and spoke. “Rise, my children. Become one with your brethren in the fertile plains and multiply.”
The Ghéna clan, upon hearing Cuñùek, gave him thanks, and followed the Illiern out of the sunbaked mountains. For three generations, they lived side by side with the Ghensa; however, the passage of time made them forget their mandate from Cuñùek. When the fourth generation came into their own, they began to clash with the Ghensa. They argued over fishing rights and hunting grounds, but the eldest of them retained the wisdom of past generations. Peace was maintained between the two clans, yet time still acted upon the human mind. With the fifth generation, the Ghéna declared war upon the Ghensa. Having the bountiful river valley under their control and their higher numbers, the Ghéna launched a night assault upon the Ghensa. They attacked the mountain village and the farm in the plains below.
Cuñùek watched as the Ghéna, the clan he brought to prosperity, warred with the Ghensa. He recalled the Ancients and how they fought each other. How they tricked his sisters, Zóac and Ghenswôagh. In his rage, he flooded the river when the men were away. Their village was washed away, just as the mountains were many years ago, for the Gods remember all. The elderly, women, and children who were left behind cried out, begging for answers, yet they neither heard nor saw Cuñùek.
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Mésēízősa, in his mercy, raised an island in the river for the children to wash upon. He spoke to his brother, calming his temper, as the children were innocent of any wrong-doing. Merciful Mésēízősa appeared before Ileñ, the descendant of the gracious Meseöi. The moonlight reflected off of his onyx skin as he approached her. “Go to the river, and take in the children of the Ghéna. Treat them as your own and claim the blessings of Cuñùek as your own.”
She, alongside her husband, Mēkwo, decided to make the journey. The various beasts of the land and of Existence watched as they made the treacherous down the mountains. The men of Ghéna, previously preoccupied with their plots, rushed past Ileñ and Mēkwo as the light of the moon illuminated the overflowing river. In the midst of the roaring river, stood an island of hardened earth and stone. The children of the Ghéna lay motionless upon it. As the couple approached, a shimmering blue figure rose from the earth below, spouting forth another river to wash away the remaining Ghéna forces. He turned to the couple and spoke. “Do as Mésēízősa has commanded, lest the fate of the Ghéna befall you as well, for I shall give no mercy to those who betray the Gods.” He sank into the earth as suddenly as he appeared, leaving the path clear for the couple to continue.
Once at the river, a bridge of earth and stone rose from the river, connecting the island to dry land. They carried the children, one by one, away from the floodwaters. When the sun rose, the children awoke, confused and panicked, yet the calm resolve and understanding of Ileñ and Mēkwo soothed them. Together, they walked into the Ghensa village where Cuñùek awaited them with the rest of the clan. He smiled and said one word before leaving. “Prosper.”