Once upon a time, there were two sisters. The two sisters loved one another and together, defeated monsters. And the peoples loved them and to them pronounced them to the throne of the land. And they loved the sisters much.
But the younger sister became jealous, wounded in her heart and she, too, became a monster, so much so that the older sister banished the younger, sealing her within the great moon above, with four stars as her wardens.
But the elder was pained, for she had lost her loved one. And now she would rule alone upon her marbled throne.
Years passed.
Decades passed.
Centuries passed.
Eventually, the older sister became a scholar, warrior and queen in her own right. She had nurtured fine minds and brave souls, turning a ravaged land into a wondrous paradise. Yet she still felt her loss, and each day the wound grew.
But then, one day, the queen became, much to her surprise, a mother. Walking through the streets of her capital, she came across a child, a ragamuffin whose parents were unknown. The scamp was possessed of a cheeky nature, a limitless ability to learn, and a power that far outstripped those well beyond her peers. Seeing these talents, the queen took the child under her wing. The child grew from a street urchin into a scholar and magi, and into a beloved daughter.
And thus the queen was content.
However, the daughter’s ambitions would not be quelled; and strangely, neither would her love for her mother, the queen. She yearned to be with her mother and to prove worthy of the queen’s love. But she did so through the wrong path, taking measures that were best left forgotten and actions that were bordering on evil.
The queen saw what was happening and the wound in her heart ripped open once more as she confronted her daughter. Mother and daughter dueled, though with words instead of war, and once again the queen knew sorrow as her beloved child departed, exiling herself to lands unknown.
Years passed again and the queen took two students. In time she grew to love her students as daughters as well, though these students’ parents still lived. The elder student would succeed where the queen’s first daughter did not, ascending and moving to the side of the queen.
But it was the younger student who had done the incredible: She had returned the queen’s sister to her side, despite the odds, finding faithful friends and all becoming the queen’s sworn warriors, bearing the land’s greatest treasures.
And as the younger sister – the princess – moved to the side of the queen, it would seem the wound in the elder sister’s heart would finally resolve.
But fate is a cruel force of nature, and the wound did not go away. Instead, it festered, growing stronger even as the queen herself did not notice it. And though her other would-be daughters, in time, found their own places in life as queens of other lands, and her sister struggled to adjust to a world that was not her own, the queen persevered, denying the growing wound in her heart.
That was, until the queen’s daughter returned. In a foolish stunt, she stole the crown of the younger student, returning to the land she’d hidden in. The younger student gave chase, and after an adventure, changed the heart of the daughter and caused her to see new perspectives and a new way of life.
Eventually the daughter changed, becoming a benevolent warrior in her own land and leading her own band of heroes in justice in her new home. And the peoples of that new land grew to love the daughter as the long-ago peoples of the other land loved her mother.
Heartbroken by her daughter's absence, the queen’s heart continued its infection, even as she’d heard of her daughter’s new ways. And as the daughter decided to make her home permanent in the new land, the queen’s heart fell…
...and it fell to the corruption.
The queen decided two things that day: One, that she loved her family with all her heart and soul, and would do much for them.
And two…
...that humanity must burn.