[hider=Ze’kelia] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lk5kGso.png[/img] [color=Gold][h2]Light[/h2][/color][/center] Ze’kelia is the Goddess of light, a full spectrum of energy, from the most intense and powerful to the least, Ze’kelia holds power and knowledge over it all. From the caring and helpful light and warmth that comes from the Sun to the most destructive beams of light. Within her domain is the supreme control of the fundamental force, element and power. It’s manipulation to abnormal and magic means to the most simple physical properties, she knows and embraces light most above all. Ze’kelia loves the light and abhors true darkness, those who spread light are fond in her heart, those who snuff it out are abhorrent to her. From the means and measures of the various properties and uses of the light physic, to the very pointed nature of light and magic, Ze’kelia is most keen and present. From a shield of headlight to an ever emitting stone, a star or sun’s light above. [center][h2]Myth[/h2] Sing through me my ancestors dear! Share with me your memories, so all may hear! New children should know their past So that true faith can ever last Tell through me the last story of true fear The story of the Scorned Man, of ancient year! Oh so troubled and and so harmed He led from dark and end alarmed He spoke of the end, the old pacts abandoned Powerful men for him did so shunned His people ignored his warning last He spoke to those who would undertake a journey vast A man scorned by the people he held dear Took flight with all those who shared his fear Searching for a land anew Where things still grew Searching for safety and life Amid a time of great strife So did the Scorned Man search Even as walk became lurch Hunger and thirst so terrible A mountain, their hope shareable Fighting monstrous beast A world crumbling to its least The Scorned Man did lead Though death and fear did feed Upon that group so dire Withering in the light of their fire Dim light faded A group jaded The world around continued to crumble On their journey ever forward did they stumble They had come so close and so far Weary trouble did so to their bodies mar In those troubled times the world cracked Old gods abandoned ancient pact Magic came forth in terrible power The sky burned in faded azure Light did hide as darkness came In mortal minds fear brought blame Brother beset upon brother Every man became a butcher War became feud became fight Resources dwindled along with the dying light So the Scorned Man and his fellows Fled in hope, rather than come to blows As their hope did flicker with the flame A small child did exclaim To the sky their gazes did look Their hopes rising as they were not forsook A new light streaming across the sky From upon the mountain ever so high In beams and power so bright Life grew anew, land melded by light So did renew the Scorned Man And did start the Star Shooting Clan[/center] [hider=Base Form][img]https://i.imgur.com/3xidK8q.jpg[/img][/hider] [hider=True Form:]Light. Unabated, undiluted, in all and every form. Ze’kelia in her true form is light. The essence of that all things one may find of it radiating so greatly across the world. The power and sheer unyielding brilliance of this form is harmful to much by accident alone.[/hider] [hider=Music]https://youtu.be/pMIb9HRKJJQ[/hider][/hider]