Blossom Light

When those of Vae were young and the blossoms of their land were vibrant, every colour a soft kiss on the cheek. The warmth of heart and gentleness of the spirit, they would spin craft from the fallen blossom leaves. 
Works of art so beautiful that in the Age of Gloaming they were the only thing that held its glow. The folks of Vae would build incredible intricate gardens to call home. Aromas of cherry, apple, juneberry floated along the delicate pathways. 
Visitors would travel from the other side of the world to sit under the leaves, content that no other beauty in any land would take their eye. To some it would be too much and they lost themselves. Eventually, once the physical had withered, the spirit would feed the blossom trees, giving life anew.
Vae was a haven and a graveyard during the Age of Gloaming. 
Forests of Blossom trees stretched in all directions, deep into the ground, skyward to the dark grey clouds, and every compass point. They were vast and the lands of Vae knew nothing else.
The blossom light grew greedy and begun to nibble at the darkness of the Gloaming as it touched the tips of its petals, the Gloaming didn't like this. The sting and bite from the light was irritating. Annoying, like a child nagging for more. 
Frustration manifested in the whispers of shadow, anger twisted among the dark, to stamp out the light was all it wanted, Colossus was its own, the Gloaming was Colossus, no more light. 
These soft pinching, scratching, hungry petals needed to dull. To no longer shine. Why did the small things run to it, feeding it, loving it with all it had. The small things were lost.
No moonlight, no sunlight, even fire was no more, the Gloaming and its lightless presence was all Colossus needed. 
The Blossoms knew they were under threat, but the taste of shadow had them craving more. To feast on the Gloaming would be give it brightness the spirit folk could not.
Vae folk, Whisperers of Light warned the Blossoms not to feed on the Gloaming, begged that they remained content as the Light of Vae. The Blossoms grew angry, grew loud against the whispers. So loud that it cracked the forests in to pieces with the shock of a thousand storms. Rain drops of pure light poured across Vae. 
Blossom flakes were absorbed into the skin of the Vae forever changing them. A blanket of leafy ash covered their homes.
The Blossom Light forced the Gloaming from Vae, a great multi coloured tree made of bright light grew from the land of Vae skyward, a sphere of radiance engulfed Vae. For a century it clawed at the darkness of the Gloaming, feasting.
Those within the orb of light, were blinded by its brightness. Mountains broke under the intensity, land cracked and rivers sprouted, the Blossom Ash fell for a hundred years or more.
The Age of Gloaming was near its end and the land of Vae had been broken, but the Dynasty was born...