After Hailoh was born, Ariate quickly regained her strength and tried to march into the Palace, demanding an explanation from The Goddess as to why her child was not a god, and instead a creature they had never seen before. From the moment Araite met eyes with her daughter, she felt a sense of dread. This sweet innocent child had been ripped off her birthright.

“Mother!” Araite screamed but Eilor was quick to catch up with her sister after convincing Tygios to stay and watch over the newborn baby. “Araite please, calm down. You have just done something no one has ever seen before, you need to rest.” She urged.

“My daughter… She is not like me or you. I must know why!”

“I can’t let you Araite, I’m sorry, but I’ll ask The Goddess for you, I pro-”

“Why! Why can’t you let me? I should be able to ask for the truth about my child myself!” Araite screamed once more, pushing her sister out of the way but Eloir was quick to swing around and grab both of the younger Goddesses arms, locking them in her own. “Araite you don’t want to do this,” Eloir seethed, but Araite paid no mind to her warning.

Araites hands soon heated quickly, causing Eloir to let go with a scream, holding her injured palms to her chest. Araite then began to run, her emotions quickly taking over and hot fire began to ignite from the bottoms of her feet and caves, boosting her speed and burning her clothes.

“Araite!” Eloir yelled, but her hands were burned in several places. The Goddess felt as if she couldn't breathe, she lost feeling in her fingers that were overcome in a scorching mass of pain. It never ended, never cooled. Araite’s anger was far too strong. 

  She never expected her sweet sister to harm her, but becoming a mother had caused Araite to have something bigger in her life than her job or interests. She has a daughter.

Time magic relied mostly on hand movements, the symbols she created with her fingers commanding the flow of time and motions, however it became unbearable to even flex her thumb and so the Goddess stood there, both hurt, confused, and stunned. 

Araite slammed open the doors that lead to The Goddess of Life's throne room. There she sat, on the large ivory throne, unmoving. It was as if a corpse sat in that seat, her skin was sickly and her eyes, cold and dead. And yet there was still some type of beauty towards the Goddess, enchanting and luring.

“What have you done to my baby?” The Goddess of the Sun asked, her voice strong, almost commanding the room to give her answers. But the Goddess of Life remained unmoving.

“Where is Eilor?” The words escaping her lips were hoarse and dry. As if she hadn’t drank or eaten in weeks. 

Suddenly the doors were slammed open once more, Eilor wobbled slightly as she walked towards the one who sat on the throne. The burning never stopped, it only got hotter and hotter until her flesh was burning from the heat.

But even in pain, Eilor stood strong, walking past her sister without making eye contact, upset at the betrayal from someone she loved so dearly. Araite felt terrible, she had never meant to harm anybody, she just so desperately wanted answers.

Quickly, Araite canceled the harmful enchantment she put on her sister’s hands. Eilor’s shoulders seemed to relax at the loss of the heat, although her hands were still searing from the injury.

The Goddess of Life looked at her two creations, her eyes rolling back as she used some of her energy to heal Eilor’s hands. God's heal quicker than humans, but even after the flesh is binded and the bone is healed, the pain will still remain for a long while even though it’s completely functional. Only the relief of healing magic will relax this side effect. 

The Goddess made note to create a deity in order for this responsibility to be taken off her. “Come here, Eilor.” She commanded gently.

The Goddess of Time was nervous, she had failed her job to guard her superior, and had been bested by her sister. What if The Goddess decided she wasn’t worthy of her responsibilities?

The Goddess’ hands cupped her own, revealing the charred skin and deep red burns. Eilor winced slightly, but it was ignored. “Hm, seems Araite did have it in her,” The Goddess said, almost surprised, but it only made Araite feel more ashamed.

Closing her eyes, The Goddess meditated silently for a moment, but as soon as that moment had passed, a translucent gas emitted from her nose, as if she was breathing it out. It smelled of honeydew and rainforests, sedating Eilor and relaxing her muscles. The pain had completely stopped now, her wounds no longer open, however her hands were not the smooth brown skin it once was, and instead was scarred heavily, slightly pink and puffy.

“Your highness, I’m sorry, she-,” But the Goddess simply held her hand out to silence her, and with a nod of her head, signaled her to stand back. Eilor quickly obliged, not wanting to anger her.

“Araite,” she said after a moment, her deep green eyes staring daggers into The Goddess of the Day, “I gave you your wish. I granted you love, with a child. Do you think that I can’t take it away?”

Both Eilor and Araite held their breath.

“You seem to be getting too comfortable with the idea that you have a say in what I choose for you,” suddenly The Goddess lifted her hand and did a twisting motion, unknown symbols forming around her head. Eilor had recognized it, only seeing it once when the Goddess revived Tygios.

“Goddess, please no!” Eilor screamed, getting on her knees. “Please don’t do this, she will do better, I’ll make sure of it!”

But her pleads fell on deaf ears, Araite began to feel a searing pain in her heart, as if it was being cracked in half. She tried to scream, but her voice seemed to have disappeared, any attempt to communicate only came out as choking and gasping.

Eilor ran to her sister, holding her close, with tears down her face. She didn’t know what to do or how to act. All she could think was to hold her sister close.

“I don’t know why you’re crying, I can always make another, only this time I’ll make sure she isn’t so entitled. Insubordination will not be tolerated Eilor.” The cruel voice of her creator ringed in her ears, as she watched her sister begin to crumble before her, life slowly draining.

“Goddess, please I beg you. Please let my sister live!”

Suddenly, Arait's gasped pains stopped, causing Eilor to look down. Her sister was no longer curling herself into a ball, and looked back into her eyes just as confused. “It doesn't hurt anymore.” She whispered.

“Sister?” The Goddess of Life questioned. She had a sister once, long ago before she had even met Earth. Time went by quickly, she must have only been 6 or 7 during that time. Her sister’s name was long forgotten, so were her parents, but she does remember their faces. Kind and gentle were her parents, constantly telling her not to run off because it was dangerous.

However, her sister was in some ways the opposite, she was a fierce and strong warrior in their village, and was 15 years her senior. But, that didn’t mean she loved her any less. She taught her to love Earth and it’s creatures, and to be grateful for the home and fruit it provides. 

The Goddess wished she didn’t listen.

“That is not your sister Eilor, just as I am not Nyaery’s mother. We are not family of any kind, you were simply raised together, but now I see that was a mistake.”

“Goddess, I love Araite! She is a sweet girl and will always be a sister to me, please just give her one more chance, I promise she’ll never step out of line again a-”, but Eilor was cut off once more.

“Fine! But if you lie, and she acts out again, I’ll have both of you decomposed into nothing more than water and light that you are. Nyaery too, don’t think I didn’t forget about that little stunt he pulled those many years ago.” The Goddess growled out. She had given Araite a favor, why not Eilore? She strived to be the best ruler, to please Earth. She couldn’t be the best if she wasn’t fair. 

Eilor nodded quickly, wiping the tears that caused her face to freeze from the cold air, before helping Araite stand to her feet and speed walking out of the chamber. The two stood silent, only relaxing when they were a good distance away from the castle.

Araite felt a wave of guilt pull over her as they made their way out the doors, her sister and brother now had their life on the line because of her irrational thinking. She would have left her dear Hailoh all alone, and although she loved Tygios dearly, she knew he could not raise the child by himself. And her sun, she loved the sun, her magic basically forced her to have a good relationship with it, but either way she knew it would be sad without her to talk to.

“E-Eilore, I-”, it’s then Araite realizes she was crying, as she choked on a sob. “I’m so, so s-sorry. I could have gotten you killed, I hurt you, and you still stuck you neck out for me. I-”

Eilor hugged her sister, gently rubbing her hand down her back. “I forgive you, but you have to promise me. Please Araite, promise me you will never come back to the palace. Never let Hailoh, or Nyaery, or anyone you care about come to that horrid place. She is unpredictable.” Eilor’s voice was quiet and strong, gripping the younger goddess tighter with each promise.

“What about you? How will I see you? Eilor, she won’t let you out of the palace now, you know that.” said Araite, saying the words so fast she was left gasping.

“I know…, but it is for your safety. I never wanted you or Nyaery to see her, to set her off, but now you know the truth. Araite, please promise me.”

Araite stood quiet for a moment, looking at her sister. She was beautiful, almost a head taller than her, once stern silver eyes now gentle.

“Okay, I promise.”