The First Aeon of Helaeron

Alfan entered a Great and Boundless Dream. And when he returned. Hundreds of beings like himself had awakened around him. Having been made real by the Dream. These were the First of the Alfari. The Elves.

The First Elves gathered around the Three Apple Trees of Vytol. The Oraedar of Life itself. She informed them of the Apple Trees. Lumendariel would grant them Eternal Life. Svaradrimal would connect them to the land and the Spirits that inhabit it. And Tuendamiel would give them The Mages Gift. Four stepped forth to partake of the Apples. Uandil, Svaronar, Linuliel, and Maermacar.
The four spoke of the portents of the Trees. And even the nature of death. A concept they'd only heard of, but had never seen. Two of them partook of all three trees. The others, only of two. The disagreement of the matter led to the First Schism of the Elves.

Vytol gives birth to her last child. But that child is taken by The Strangers and never seen again. Unable to cope with the loss of the child so soon after giving birth to it. Vytol looses her will to live. As her form fades from the world, traveling Beyond what is and ever can be.. Life then became impermanent, giving every living thing a Lifespan and a withering physical existence. And the Immortality given by The Great Tree of Lumindariel, was rendered flawed. The Immortal, could be slain.

Where Vytol died. The trees entered into their transition state. Thus giving birth to The Great Autumnwood Forest.
Alfan Dreamstrider, unable to bear her loss. Fell into a sleep he would not awake from. Until finally he disappeared entirely into the dream. The Wood Elves call this The Last Sleep.

Since their beginning, Ukran and Umrada lived looking over their shoulders at each other. Light and Darkness, the eternal rivals. Umrada could abide his twin no more. The two had been born at the same time. The moment that Possibility extended itself beyond itself. Becoming not only a universe, but the Oraedar themselves. Ukran and Umrada lived beside each other in natural contempt. Though a want of understanding was shared, it was never reached.
At last, Light and Darkness clashed. To the poets vain trope. Light triumphed over Darkness. Umrada was slain. His body disappeared into the wind like dust in front of a newly opened window. And because of this, Darkness would bend to the Light. Though it would reconstitute in Lights absence. 
And because Umrada birthed the Winds, the wind too would not endure eternal. Nor the air it circulates. 
The battle was won. But Ukran felt no pride. Only a great swell of failure. And wept for Umrada. While holding a hand to a great wound that Umrada had left.

Ukran, shaken by the betrayal of Jodron and Umrada. Marshaled Yurion, the Anverai, Elementals, the Guardian Spirits, the Dragons, and the Sun Elves. And traveled east. In what is now called the continent of Oerakan. Where The Strangers had been confined relegated.
A final conflict began. The Strangers brought forth their Primeval Vampyres, the Lycanids, and the Great Worms to assault them. The battle was begun.

Ukran and Mal'ghul met on the battlefield. The clash of these titans of the universe was as devastating as the strike of a meteorite. Ukran let forth a mighty fire that only harmed the Strangers fiends. But the land suffered as well. It drove mountains upward, it rendered the land barren. Fit only for sand and arid landscapes ever after word. Such was how The Great Abkari Desert came to be.
Yurion slew the Great Worms. But from their bodies sprung further horrors. Insect like monsters that were the size of the trees themselves. As these fiends sprung from the Great Worms corpses. Mal'ghul fell as well. And other things of monstrous nature sprung as well. But Ukran suffered a mortal blow.

Alien entities from beyond the universe invade the reality that abides Helaeron. With motives and goals beyond any understanding. They begat ferocious creatures in antithesis of the animal spirits and their mortal proginy. Often corrupting some into vile perversions of their original forms. They would ever after be called, The Strangers.

The Oraedar Yurion engages in an episode of creation. Where in he crafts gifts for his fellow Oraedar, their Anverai Attendants, and the new Races of Dragons, Elves, and Dwarves.