| First daughter of Varian, the Goddess Lleis walks hand in hand with Her brothers, Life and Death.
In the beginning, there was nothing but Truth and Lies within the darkness. Lleis looked upon the empty space and raised Her voice in song. The soft notes of Her melody wove together the spark that pierced through the darkness, the spark that fills all sentient beings with life. This is Her gift, the gift of Birth.
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As Life and Death tested the spark, the Lady saw fit to raise Her hand again. Death shall not be the end, but a new beginning. For all seasons turn and return, all days must end and then rise again, all life must die and be renewed. It is only through the Lady that the spark and body reunite in a joyous rebirth, perpetuating the never-ending Cycle of life.
The way to the Lady is through Hope; Hope in the darkest hour of the cruelest winter that the sun will rise once more, and the land will turn to bring the reprieve of spring. Hope that even as an enemy bores down on you, or slides his blade into your heart, you will rise up again and defeat him, for life goes on and the Cycle turns. All that is done is never truly finished; all that is dead will rise again.
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