[center][color=orange][h3]Ira[/h3][/color][/center]

Ira didn’t not know how long it has been since her creation. Since her father had brought her into an empty and emotionless world. One with gods that cared little of feelings of both compassion and hatred. Some that felt none at all. The emptiness had made her furious, but she could not lash out. For there was nothing to lash out at.

Then her father had created a world. One that could be shaped, molded, and even destroyed. Ira could not believe the betrayal of her father. To start to create something so beautiful, yet to retreat into nothingness. To retreat into the void itself. To not finish his creation, to make others like her. That felt, and hated, and loved. She desired, yet she did not have.

When she first came upon this empty vessel others had already begun to stake their claims. Twisting and molding its surface. Ira had desired, when came upon these lands, to destroy them. To make point to her long gone father. A father so quick to abandon his children. Children that only wanted guidance and need his compassion. This caused her to weep. Weep and weep for years and years, for she could not accept her father’s abandonment. She could not handle the potential beauty of this world. She felt truly alone. As she wept, so did the lands around her yet they did not stop weeping.

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