”The family sought to flee the house and seek safety in the forest where the trees might be able to protect them, but it was not to be, for the little girl soon realized that the ketlit they all loved was not with them and must still be back in the house, and so she left her family and went back for him. Her brother, seeing her run back to the house, went back for her, and so, of course, their parent had no choice but to turn to try to save their children… the wind had no mercy in her that day though, for the house fell and the family were struck dead in the tumbling wood and stone.

”The story was not done though, for, soon, the skies parted, the earth stilled, the winds calmed, the sun again shone down it’s benevolence on the land… and the family, by a power beyond their knowing, were brought back to life to stand there upon the hill, together and whole. They hugged each other and cried and gave thanks to the Eight for their lives, and, before them, the ketlit they had taken in emerged from the rubble of their house and spoke to them in reply.

”He told them that he was, in reality, Kazeron, god of the darkness. He explained that, as he had watched the tide of Kaze’s history, he had seen the Kazon people, whom he and his siblings had created, ignore the land, and start to lose their way. In the darkness that was the unknown future to come, he told them that he had seen portents that spoke ill of the Kazon’s ultimate fate. He told them that his sister who lit the way from the past towards the future, ever hopeful as she always was, had set before him a challenge: That he descend down from the heavens above and take the form of a small and helpless animal, that he place himself at the mercy of those whose hearts he doubted, and that, in this way, would they both come to know the truth of the Kazon’s heart.

”And he told them that he had seen that truth in them, and that, because of that, he and his siblings would set them as guardians of his sister’s hope. Kazerel, his sister, came down from the sky and stood beside him, and Kazeron showed them his true face. And then the Six remaining gods and goddesses all gathered around them and gave the family their blessings. And so it was that the first majs were named. Rokin and Cajel, the parents of the children who had found Kazeron in the woods that day. And so the title would pass down to their children, and their children’s children…” Anara finished.