Mekhnum's Shame

Overview

Ara was created at the overlap of the elemental planes left over by the death of Kek. The tale of Mekhum's Shame details some of the earliest experiences the first peoples of Ara had with the Pantheon the elemental planes and The War of the Energies. Ultimately it tells of Mercannan's hubris, a mistake made and of great shame and remorse.
While the event has long since dropped out of living memory, the Upper Kingdom of Akhret created a temple named The Last Wave of the First Sea to memorialise the event and it remains well preserved to this day, hidden in Alagria's Bahalrama Desert. 
The unedited words of these inscriptions follow.

Temple Inscriptions

When the first peoples walked on Ara, there was chaos, Light fought with dark, and the elements flowed freely from their planes.

In the fertile lands of Akhret, where the first peoples lived, The plane of elemental water disgorged all the oceans of Ara.

But when it would not cease, this first sea began to flood the land, And the people prayed to Mekhnum, that he might stop the flood.

Mekhnum though saw only the expansion of his domain, And thought that this was good.

And so began the tale, of Merkhnum’s shame. ---
The people turned to Dekhdet, to sway her husband’s mind, But though she tried, and tried and tried, she could not turn his tide
She blessed the rains upon Akhret, But bade the people hide.
The people prayed to Denwatis, For him to save their land,
But though he raised up walls of stone, The waters made them sand.
To many gods they did beseech, To fight the sea’s attacks,
Most were unsuccessful, While others turned their backs.
Until at last in desperation, Upwards turned their eyes,
To the warring energies, That fought amongst the skies.
“Oh, light and dark” the people prayed, “If you can stop the tide”,
“Though we have remained neutral ”We’d gladly join your side”
Olekh wished to heed their prayers, To satisfy their praise,
But darkness couldn’t stop the surf, Which fell under Bel’s gaze.
At last, by might of Bel’s harsh light, The waters had been halted.
And the people all around, Bel’s majesty exalted.
But, alas, Olekh set out, With envy in his heart,
And trapped the sun o’er poor Akhret, So never could she part.
Soon the waters all dried up, And many living died.
The people ran into the dark, With Olekh to confide.
Arans then were sundered, Along a battle line,
Drawn where light and darkness met, Each chose where to align,
The war of energies raged on, Across the generations,
The land now, as the skies above, Home to its devastations.
Until at last, with much blood shed, The warfare was to cease,
When balance was created, And gods declared their peace.
The elemental planes were sealed, And Mekhnum soon reflected,
On just how many might have lived, If they’d not been rejected.
Spoke the god of oceans clear, “I see now I’m to blame,”
He vowed never to return here, The seat of his great shame.

Akhreti depiction of Mekhnum

Date of First Recording

-3500 AR