The Tale of Yoden

Pridesphere, knocked from its orbit, was hurling away from its fires and was growing cold; it’s people were dying. Yoden Proudhammer, the bravest of all Leonin and it’s fiercest protector sought to save his people from a miserable fate, and devised a plan to return the drifting planet to its fading brazier. But try as he might, no matter how fast and how far he ran, he was never able to reach the sun. Unbothered, Yoden found inspiration in the Skylarks who seemed to command the air above his kingdom with grace, so he set about to find the land’s highest peak. After days of walking in the darkening lands, Yoden found the point atop Mt. Desriil and leapt without hesitation towards the sky. As he traveled higher he could feel the fire’s nearly unbearable warmth burning his flesh, scarring his body. And then as if powered by God, Yoden opened his jaws and latched onto the sun’s tail and commanded it to the ground where he tied it to the base of the mountain.
Inspecting his injuries he found his body flecked with scales of gold where once there were scars. And no sooner than that he realized what he captured was no sun, but a blazoning, metallic dragon carved from perfect gold. And then he heard laughter as Mt. Desriil was suddenly wrenched out of the ground and disintegrated by the dragon’s immense heat. Unafraid, Yoden ran towards his certain death to slay the beast. But before he could attack he was plucked from the air by the end of the dragon's tail and brought before its gaping maw.
"Who dares imprison me, Valas, Keeper of the Lifelight and Destroyer of Planets?!"
Without cowardice, Yoden exclaimed, "I do! Yoden Proudhammer, protector of Pridesphere, and its greatest warrior-King! "I demand that you, oh Golden Dragon, fasten your fires to our hearth so that we may grow strong and prosper once more!"
Impressed by the creature’s audacity, Valas raised her head high in the air and coughed up a white-hot egg and placed it in the sky hanging just above Pridesphere. The dragon told Yoden that his people will have 1,000 years to thrive under the warmth of this fire before it hatches. If by then, they are able to wrangle what hatches, then they will have another 1,000 years of prosperity, and so on. Thinking he could prepare his people for the next event horizon, he immediately agreed.
But as soon as he did, Valas smiled wryly and bared her teeth. "There is one thing yet to discuss, Fool-King; the cost of your arrogance!" Confused and before he could open his mouth to ask a question, Yoden was banished from his home and seemingly from his plane of existence.
Ignorant to whether The Golden Dragon would keep her word and aching from being ripped asunder from his pride, Yoden wandered for many years. When finally, his body weak and spirit all but desiccated, he split himself in twain, wrapped his bodies like a helix, and fell upon the sunburnt rocks of Arcavios. As they heated to a fiery gold with the rocks quivering under the enormity of the flames, there was a deafening explosion and a light so bright, all was awash in its glow. As the light dimmed and sense restored, the smoldering rubble yawned and gave way to two small, complimentary creatures each with uniquely patterned scales of gold flecked about their bodies, and eyes festooned with flames. The fruit of Yoden & The Golden Dragon, Valas: Y’josic & D’yendra Burninghammer, begat a ferocious bloodline that swore to avenge its legacy and save Pridesphere, where they will consume the sun-egg and coalesce into enduring light, thus securing everlasting prosperity.
"For none shall bear the ‘Curse of Valas,’ but The Fire & The Hammer, The Dragon & The Lion; none, but Yoden."