As written by Kamal, Loremaster of Forest Keep:
In the early mists of history, the Goddess Velera secreted her children, the race of Humans, away from the conflict that raged in the heavens, seeking to protect them from the predations of the Dragon Gods; Khistarn, as she does with everything, always sought to devour Velera’s children, while Lysardis, Bright God of the Dragons, fought to preserve the right of the new-come people to life. But the power of dragons is beyond the ken of mortals, and that of the Dragon Gods even more so; the Bright God’s defence proved as fatal as Khistarn’s assault.
So Velera proposed the Challenge.
Knowing Zhamokh to be the master of creation, the Mother presented him a quandry: could he create something greater than the Gods, a home for their children where Humans could dwell separate of the ever-raging struggle between brother and sister that shook the heavens? The Forge’s pride was nearly as great as his creativity, and so he sought to prove his might to his consort. In a realm without time, he toiled long to craft the world for his children, and only after ageless eons was his work completed. From his workshop emerged the world of Tamir, formed from the very stuff of the chaotic Void into a single, unified whole.
With but a kiss on his cheek as reward, Velera carried her children to the surface of the new world, hiding them amid its trees and mountains and winds and waves to keep them safe from the might of the Dragon Gods. For a time, they dwelt there in peace, safe from the conflict that raged in the heavens and oblivious to the might of the Gods that roiled around them, never touching the world, veiled by Velera’s gown.
No secret can truly hide from the Void, however, and in time Khistarn grew aware of the new presence in the cosmos. A skirmish between the dragonkin in her service and the service of her brother clashed, and came to land in conflict upon the surface of Tamir, where they found Humans, long thought extinct among the heavenly powers.
As soon as she became aware that she had not, in fact, achieved destroying the Humans, but rather they had been hidden away from her, Khistarn gathered the whole of her essence in rage and set upon the world, seeking to destroy it and all who dwell there in a single instant. As her foot alighted upon the surface, the Bright God appeared, setting forth a plea to the very Weave of Existence. Her age and might surpassed his, and never could Lysardis seek directly to block his sister in the fullness of her might, and so instead he offered a sacrifice: the Sacrifice, the most selfless act imaginable.
In exchange for his own divinity, the very spark that made him God, the world of Tamir would be spared his sister’s wrath, and forever be placed beyond her reach, or that of any divine figure. In the instant her foot touched the surface, the Weave twisted in response to the Sacrifice, wrenching the surface away from the terrible presence of Khistarn, set apart from both Void and Celestial, inviolate and immutable, untouchable by the hand of God, Dragon or no. Even the Judge, who had power to divide night from day and light from dark, could not change what the Fickle Hand of the Weave had wrought.
As her children were torn from her, left bereft and alone, Velera wept. And the fate of Tamir was freed from the whims of the Gods. And so did the Bright God become Lost, soon to be replaced in the heavens and in history, for few now remember even his name, let alone his power.
In time, the prayers and supplications of those left upon the surface allowed trickles of godly power to enter, by invitation only. Through faith, the Gods could empower the faithful, granting some small measure of their divine might to their followers on Tamir. Thus was the divine power of clerics the first known magic in the world*.
(*It should be noted that the forgotten dragonkin, stranded upon the world by the Lost God’s Sacrifice, always kept their own mysterious powers, though it would be long before any not of that bloodline would learn any inkling of their secrets. – K)