Origin Myth of the World

In the beginning, there was an egg, laid by the Great Mother, a celestial dragon. Life soon sprung forth from the power and magic of the Mother's unborn, thriving across the surface of the egg. The world we now call Vayl.
The Great Dragon Mother is said to patiently guard over the egg, the unending darkness surrounding our world merely the shadow of her loving embrace. She keeps a watchful, kind eye on the creatures that have sprung from the seed of magic within her child. Dragons and their lesser dragonkin were all made in some manner of her image. Pure of soul and blessed with a connection to the magic at the core of the world.
All other life on Vayl is said to be a fracture of that image. Powerful beings of great darkness and shadow. And small, slight, mortal things, prone to weakness and strife. They make their place in this world, unwelcome. Taking its gifts and spreading across the surface of this world like a plague.
But the Great Mother is vast in her sight, and takes little heed to these other creatures. Small, insignificant souls. But it is foretold that if her egg were ever to be threatened, to edge too near to the bleakness and sin of those without her image, that the Mother will come again, to burn the parasites away...

The Mother Dragon is said to have bore the original Prime Domains, forces of existence that all gods originate from.