Hast
Hast
Grandson of the great giant Attagur, Hast was the cherished and loved consort of the goddess Hemalla. Their forbidden love gave the world the child Timur, lord of fire, war, and ambition. Hast, refusing to defend himself and harm his family, was killed by Rymr, Hemalla's father and god of the skies.
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Personal history
The tale of Hast and Hemalla is one of a blooming romance sundered by tragedy. Hast was the grandson of the giant Attagur and was known in his early years as a simple craftsman. It is said that one day, he gazed upon a maiden, bright as the sun and as beautiful as anything he had ever seen. Hast, not thinking himself worthy to speak to her, simply awaited her presence each day, imagining a life with her. To his shock, this radiant maiden thought similar thoughts for the rugged, gentle, and good giant. One day, when the time of the maiden's passing came, Hast was greeted by but a simple woman, clad in yellow and emanating warmth. Hast, simple yet thoughtful, understood the woman before him was his sun maiden and so, he offered her the gifts he was carrying, a small bundle of apples, and a short poem he had written.
Yet the world would remain cruel, prejudice manifest in the form of the sky roamer, the king of the heavens and father of Hemalla, Rymr. With eternal fury towards the giants, Rymr did not believe the story of his daughter, of love true, instead believing a tale told to him of the defilement of his favorite child by the frenzied and cruel giant. Brought before the throne of Rymr in chains, Hast bound by oath to never see his beloved weep, only acclaimed her, only spoke of his love for her and her love for him. His notions unchallenged and his mind made up, Rymr brought down his cruel hammer and slew the simple giant. Now passed, his beloved wept over his body with such anguish that the sky darkened, and the world knew no light from the sun for no light now existed inside Hemalla.
Cast to the land of the dead, the spirit of Hast did not forget its love for his sun maiden. Defying the forgetfulness of death, the lovestruck giant did not forget his love, he roamed the world of the dead in search of his sun maiden. Every year, on the day of his death, the soul of Hast, without voice, whistled the same tune he once spoke to his beloved. From the world below, a pleasant hum came, dispelling the darkness of Hemalla's grief and bringing true sunlight to the world again. To many, the whistle of Hast dispels the cold of winter, returning to the world the light of the sun, returning for but a brief time, the joy of Hemalla.
"From the house of the undying, I greet a maiden grown dear to meThe words of the giant moved the heart of the sun maiden, she dispelled her mirage and presented herself fully to Hast who became amazed. Hast turned away, for he realized that this maiden of fairness, gentleness, and beauty was none other than Hemalla, the lady of the sun, and his heart now felt unworthy of her. Yet Hemalla revealed an intimate thought to him, how with each pass of the sun she felt disconnected from the world, disconnected from love and from friends and family. She spoke to him softly, saying how she felt such warmth and love coming from him, that she compared it to the warmth of even the sun. Returning the kind words he spoke to her, Hemalla spoke words of her own to him.
Your light brings peace to my heart
your hair as fine and beautiful as the grown branches of the great tree
I cannot offer all the gold of the world
Nor deeds of eternal glory
I only offer you my heart and my love true
To me, more dear than any kin, more loved than life itself
My heart burns, for inside it, I know neither fate nor all the gods will grant a monster such as me a love so good"
"From the house of the torn, I greet one now dearly metFor the time they spent together, Hemalla did not tend to her duties as she spent every waking moment with her beloved Hast. In the meantime, Hast, stricken by love, spoke that their love would bring peace between the gods and giants. That the product of their love would bring their love to the rest of the world. Hast promised to always defend her, always love her selflessly, to never let her cry as long as he lived. In a secluded grove, away from the eyes of the world, Hast and Hemalla strode in comfort and ease. Amidst the grove, they shed all discomfort and all pain and lived in blissful love. In this grove, before the eyes of all the world's animals, the lovers pledged themselves to one another for all time. Their love would make manifest one of two worlds, part god and part giant, when they came away from the comfort of the grove, Hemalla carried with her one who would one day be known as Timur.
Your love touches my fiery heart and soothes me
your goodness, the envy of strong men, as rare as all the gifts of the world
I have no use for men of strength, no need for deeds of glory
only the embrace of one whom I cherish
To me, thee are as dear as comforting sleep, as needed as a stomach full
I know neither if fate brought the sun and sky together, I know not if divine wish it, I know only that I have found love true
Yet the world would remain cruel, prejudice manifest in the form of the sky roamer, the king of the heavens and father of Hemalla, Rymr. With eternal fury towards the giants, Rymr did not believe the story of his daughter, of love true, instead believing a tale told to him of the defilement of his favorite child by the frenzied and cruel giant. Brought before the throne of Rymr in chains, Hast bound by oath to never see his beloved weep, only acclaimed her, only spoke of his love for her and her love for him. His notions unchallenged and his mind made up, Rymr brought down his cruel hammer and slew the simple giant. Now passed, his beloved wept over his body with such anguish that the sky darkened, and the world knew no light from the sun for no light now existed inside Hemalla.
Cast to the land of the dead, the spirit of Hast did not forget its love for his sun maiden. Defying the forgetfulness of death, the lovestruck giant did not forget his love, he roamed the world of the dead in search of his sun maiden. Every year, on the day of his death, the soul of Hast, without voice, whistled the same tune he once spoke to his beloved. From the world below, a pleasant hum came, dispelling the darkness of Hemalla's grief and bringing true sunlight to the world again. To many, the whistle of Hast dispels the cold of winter, returning to the world the light of the sun, returning for but a brief time, the joy of Hemalla.
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