[center][h1]Phelenia[/h1][/center]
Another crystal flew across the domain of the Creator searching for its purpose. After far too long it did find it. An abandoned grove. Or seemingly abandoned at the very least. The trees were growing wild and gnarled, while grasses and shrubs were everywhere with no clear order among them. It was a spot of completely untouched wilderness. Except for the circle of flowers in the middle of it. The crystal knew this was supposed to be where they needed to be born. It flew over the various shrubs and trees trying to find a worthy vessel. Finally, it picked the biggest, curved growing tree that overlooked the far too neat flower circle.

It pushed itself into the tree without care. That was a mistake. The tree was no fit vessel for such divine power. Channels of golden embers cracked its bark. Its leaves fell from the branches, were reduced to ash upon the wind, and then sprouted again to undergo the same swift, endless cycle. Its roots desperately tried to absorb all the nutrients to grow but it was too slow. No, no! It could not bear such power! And the divinity itself realized this as well.

A small flower sprouted upon one of the branches of the tree. In an instant, it turned into a fruit and started growing. The fruit glowed with divine power. Every piece of it was specifically made to contain such awesome power. It grew and grew. The golden embers extinguished as their power was siphoned off into the ever-swelling fruit. And eventually, the tree released it.

The fruit fell down, then slowed in its fall. It had a different calling. This palace was already beautiful and its father had decreed that they should head for the place called Galbar. So mid fall it stopped and reversed. Flying upwards instead.

It did not fall like some great, primordial meteor. A streak of fire did chase it for a bit as the gas around the planet was suddenly squashed in front of it. But the fruit did not come with great violence. It dropped into the water with a plop and sunk. The glowing fruit fell deeper and deeper through the abyssal waters. Until finally it touches the ground.

For a moment it stayed there, motionless. Then thin tendrils burrowed themselves into the rock beneath. For beneath waves the world was still the same wasteland as it was before. Yet it wasn’t barren. Not completely. The god-fruit started pulling up material to grow itself. It started to grow as it pulled resources from the land and water around it. At the same time, seemingly answering its presence, dark algae began to take form around the god-fruit. Yet they died quickly as well. The earth shuddered around. Again, something of great violence was happening. The god-fruit hadn’t yet made its senses. Yet suddenly the wasteland rock around began to ship and open. In places it split open, tearing the tendrils that fed it to pieces. Yet they revealed something new: molten stone, which brought even more interesting compounds. Soon the tendrils were feeding on the boiling violence as well.

The pod was ever-growing. Until finally the god-fruit had created a vessel strong enough to carry its divinity. The pod began to split and open. Around it more algae spawned and died, though many of them with vastly longer lifetimes than their predecessors. Life began to flourish around the newly spawned vessel as it crawled its way free. Roots and vines pushed against the walls of the pod, cracking them open. Instantly the pod lost all colour and sign of life. The tendrils that had burrowed into the ground died almost instantly, and were in turn again consumed by new plants.

Phelenia opened her eyes for the first time. But something was amiss. This abyssal place, it hid the grace and greatness of her father. This was not the fault of the water, of course. It was merely a problem with the depth.

Driven by divine power she coursed upwards as fast as her god-fruit had fallen. Water rippled around her. And then she saw it. Bright, blinding light that gave the world colour. The water was blue, the clouds white and in the vast distance she could see specks of brown rock. Her siblings had been busy. A moment later Phelenia arrived on the harsh, rocky coast of the land. The world looked.. nice. But empty. So empty.

Then she looked down at the roots and vines that carried her. Around them lichen was already growing and dying. Which soon paved the path for other greens. Phelenia bent down her vines as if she was kneeling to see the process. The plants that grew and died were so much more colourful. They started dark brown, then turned green before they paled, and then darkened again until they were black, only to sprout new plant life again. It was beautiful and vibrant. Especially the first flower that withered so quickly and had brought yellow in the world for just the briefest of moments.

Her father had bid them to work on this world and right then Phelenia understood her purpose. This world was barren. An empty canvas. Her brothers and sisters, for reasons unknown, saw it fit to wreck it and break it and flood it. Some of it had made the world beautiful, other parts of it made it scarred.

She wouldn’t break or hurt this world. She would cherish it, and soothe its wounds. Her roots burrowed into the land. Phelenia closed her eyes and stretched out her arms in front of her. She would seed this world with beauty. Beauty of all colours. Green and yellow and purple. Her children would grow over the jagged rocks and split lands, healing their wounds. That would be their purpose. Seeds fell from Phelenia by the thousands and each was caught upon the wind. Carried to a far and distant land. Where they would grow into plants made to fit that land. As many seeds had fallen upon the land, more fell upon the nothingness of the sea to sink down. There they would grow into algae and kelp and corals. To beautify even the deepest, darkest depths that could not feel the warm touch of Phelenia’s father. The grandfather of all plants upon Galbar.

And when she opened her eyes and lowered her arms, she saw the world-changing before her eyes. Grass spread across the land from her. Turning the world a vibrant green. Shrubs carrying all sorts of bright berries sprouted as well, and soon they were joined by the large trees. The valiant trees, that had tried to carry her essence before they had to give up. In memory of that one tree, she made all trees great and stalwart sentinels. And when she was done, she looked and saw that the world could finally be called beautiful.
[hider=Summary]The divine crystal that would become Phelenia flies through the Palace hoping to find a good place to be born. It decides to fuse with a treat in a wild grove but the tree can’t take the power. So it distills the divinity into a fruit and lets it fall. But it falls down towards Galbar instead.

On Galbar the first flora is a pod growing from the god-fruit that sucks resources from the world. Then finally, Phelenia is born. She swims to the surface and then to the shore where she seeds the world with green, mundane life[/hider]

[hider=Vigor]Start vigor: 10
- 4 (discounted from 8) to seed the whole world with biome-appropriate mundane life
End vigor: 6[/hider]