The Divide

In the beginning, the realms of Aether and Aer were intertwined, their energies flowing freely between the luminous skies and the vibrant earth. Travelers would journey across the shimmering bridges of light, exploring the wonders of Aether and sharing tales of Aer’s rich landscapes. But as time unfurled, a rift began to grow, born from the discord between light and shadow.
The Life Tree, the heart of Aether, pulsed with a radiant magic, its branches stretching into Aer, fostering growth and connection. Yet, as Erebos, the realm of darkness, seeped closer, its whispers of despair and decay began to taint the vibrant essence of Aether. Shadows crept into the light, sowing seeds of fear and uncertainty among the Fey and the denizens of Aer.
In a desperate bid to protect the sanctity of Aether, the Fey gathered under the Life Tree, weaving spells of protection that encircled their realm. They raised barriers of pure light, shimmering like a veil, fortifying the passageways between Aether and Aer. These barriers pulsed with the heartbeat of creation, but they also imprisoned the echoes of what once was—a bridge that connected two worlds in harmony.
The decision was made: travel between Aether and Aer would no longer be permitted. The Fey understood that to preserve their luminous realm, they must sever the ties that allowed darkness to seep into the light. This decision weighed heavily on their hearts, for they had forged bonds with the mortals of Aer, sharing in joys and sorrows, dreams and hopes.
Guardians were appointed to watch over the barriers, their ethereal forms glowing brightly, vigilant against any who would dare to breach the sacred divide. They became the sentinels of light, upholding the laws of the realms, ensuring that the passage remained closed, even as the yearning for connection lingered like a soft breeze.
As centuries passed, the legends of the once-open pathways faded into myth. The mortals of Aer gazed toward the heavens, wondering at the distant stars, feeling the pull of Aether’s magic yet knowing the bridge had been lost to them. In their hearts, they cherished the stories of the Fey, of a realm bathed in light and wonder, while also grappling with the encroaching shadows that threatened their own world.
Meanwhile, Aether thrived, a sanctuary untouched by the turmoil of Erebos. The Life Tree stood tall, its branches a testament to the resilience of light, even as the echoes of Aer faded from memory. The Fey continued their dance of creation, ever-watchful, ever-hopeful, nurturing the dreams that floated through their realm, even as they kept the borders secure, preserving the magic that had once flowed between the three realms.