[center][u][b]Naga Lore[/center][/u][/b]

Amaryllis, Arch Matriarch explains the Naga history to Ellys, a huntress and possibly future Matriarch. 
 
Allow me to begin at the beginning, the start of our race and its origins. Like all races and creature, we once were ruled by a God named Helkyso. The God, like most, was born from a divine union between the God of Body, Flesh, and Vitamancy, Baltam, and Goddess of Love, Passion and Lust, Xiah, when the world was barely crawling into its first year. Each immortal had their own form and his was one of a half human with seven serpent tails, his head made from three different faces. Left was wrath, right was sorrow, and finally the middle settle over with compassion and love. He was one among many thousands of other newborn Gods and Goddesses, grandchildren descendent from the Three Originals, their relationship to him vast from step to full siblings had all grown with him when the world grew older. It wasn’t until that unfortunate day, which his life was shattered in a blink of an eye. War broke out in their world, the newly formed Gods rebellion against their creation source, spilling divine blood across their battle field while thousands of Gods fell, including two of their enemies from the Three Originals, in the name of victory leaving the mortal world in a terrible state. It was after the fighting had ceased, punishment for Helkyos’s choice to stay neutral, he was then banished into the mortal world. 

Ice and snow, numbing flurries had threatened to take his life from his diminished form while the Victors sought to wipe all evidence from the face of the world. When the harsh winds had ceased, the ice melting and the world had awoken from its white slumber did Helkyos emerge from his hibernation deep within the earth’s warmth to slither upon the surface again. After a few decades, the Naga God felt loneness weight heavily upon him and soon he aim to solve it. From his ribcage he ripped flesh and bone dripping with his blood then set about forming the first Naga female, Xanaphya. He took part of Sea and shaped her figure, his flesh, bone and blood gave her life as well as essence and power. As oldest and first Matriarch, she watched and recorded Helkyso then used his divinity to repeat the process two more times. With the Sky, he creating, Dyesa, the first worker, and with Earth came the youngest Kyiira, the first huntress. Once the event was done, Helkyso slumped over utterly exhausted after using most of what was left from his remaining divinity gave the three minor Goddesses life. It was the last sister that slithered over to him to aid him. She cradled his head in her gentle grip, her hands glowed fiery white, letting her own magic pulse through him and slowly mended the broken God. Together, Helkyso and his three brides created thousands of children offspring that brought life to the desolated world. 

However, new creatures had started to spring up during the passing time. When his children started to pull away to explore the world, Helkyso fears of being alone and forgotten were renewed within the God. He first attempted to coax them back him but it failed, miserly. Despite his brides’ pleads for patience and tolerance at their children’s rapid curiosity, the God acted hastily. In the name of his love, Helkyso killed thousands of his children much to his brides’ horror. Their tears ran to mingle with their child’s spilt life, the strongest and most grieves was Kyiira because it was her brood that had suffered the greatest casualties. Mourning their loss, the three knew to allow Helkyos to continue his rampage would likely end their future of their children forever. A plan hatched in Xanaphya’s mind, one that would call upon all three of the minor goddess’s powers and skills to destroy their maker and their husband. 

Xanaphya had started by seeking out a special metal, housed deep within the earth, along with bone and surging it with her divine power. It was then she passed it off to her sister, Dyesa, who also poured her power with each strike upon the raw materials. She pounded and molded it for seven days and nights to forge it into a handheld weapon, a dagger, for which would kill Helkyso. In their fortune, the Naga God was distracted in his raging war upon his children and the Goddesses’ plot went unnoticed. When only a definite handful of Naga descendants were still alive, Kyiira’s task had arrived when she coaxed the God into bed, stopping his rampage for a night, before she delivered the killing blow. Her energy combined with her own Vitamancy made the dagger glow, empowered with the force able to keep the God, and then brought it into his scalp during the throes of their deceptive passions. 

His body thrust out. Its coils crushed the Minor Goddess’s ribs and threw her from him, the first huntress crumbled into their bedchamber floor but unable to pull her eyes away until the light in his had died. That was the day Helkyso died and the Naga were reborn, the God’s last gift was one that aided the population into healing. Kyiira was the last of his brides to birth Helkyso’s offspring. Wasting little time and desperate to ensure he would never rise again, she cut out his heart into four pieces and then scattered them to the world’s unknown corners. In time most Naga have forgotten why we view extreme emotions with such dislike and bane, but the Matriarchs will always remember. It is our duty, bestowed upon us by Xanaphya and one of the oldest creatures living on the world, to remember and prevent the past from repeating itself again. For now, no one knows where the heart pieces lie. Or the immortal dagger, its power lost to the world and Naga, but it is say when it is needed the dagger will choose its seeker and wielder.