In the beginning, when neither sky nor soil existed, the Octastar burned alone within the vast silence. It did not merely forge a world. It divided itself. As Colvaron took shape from its blazing essence, the Octastar foresaw a quiet tragedy. Any power rooted entirely in earth would one day fracture and fade. Before the planet was complete, it formed a second body in the heavens, a moon. This moon was not a reflection of light but a vessel. Into it, the Octastar sealed a portion of its purest core, stable, eternal, and undiminishing. Unlike the powers that fell upon the land and scattered into the Five Elements, Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Light, the strength housed within the moon would never erode. The elemental forces flowed through mountains and oceans, yet with time they thinned, growing rarer and harder to find. Thus the ancient prophecy emerged, that magic in Colvaron would one day fade into memory. Yet the elders believed the world was not abandoned. As long as the Blue Moon shone, the source endured. From this belief rose the legend of the Blue Moon Goddess, said to be the first mother and the first human soul blessed by the Octastar. Some claimed she was born from the moon’s power. Others whispered that the moon itself existed because of her.
In the golden age of Colvaron Kingdom, the great realm devoted to the Octastar, chronicles spoke of a knight who stood close to her, not only as a warrior or worshipper, but as one chosen to witness the union of Star and Moon.
There was a night long ago when the brilliance of the Octastar met the radiance of the Blue Moon in perfect alignment. It was called the Convergence, the greatest power ever known. The people believed that when such alignment returned, the prophecy of fading magic could be broken. But the Convergence never came again.
Soon after, the Blue Moon Goddess vanished.
No descent of light marked her departure. No farewell echoed through the temples. The knight who once stood beside her abandoned the army and left Colvaron Kingdom behind. Some said he searched beyond the seas. Others believed he walked beyond the boundaries of the world itself. From that age onward, the prophecy began to unfold in truth.
A thousand years have passed since those chronicles were written. Colvaron Kingdom lies in ruins, and the world has fractured into distant regions, each guarding fragments of history. The Five Elements grow faint. Relics of the Octastar are seldom found. In Arranya, amid ancient pillars and overgrown sanctuaries, statues of the Blue Moon Goddess still stand, though many dismiss them as children’s tales.
Yet among the scattered descendants of the old knights, a few continue the ancient rites. They don their armor beneath the moonlight and kneel before her forgotten image, believing that blessings still descend, subtle as wind and soft as a ripple across water. Whether such grace is truth or longing remains uncertain.
Sailors in the distant seas of Arranya sometimes speak of a blue glow upon the horizon where no star should be. They tell of calm waters and a figure standing upon the tide, her hair flowing like moonlight. Whether goddess or echo, memory or myth, no one knows. But as long as the Blue Moon endures in the sky, Colvaron has not yet fallen into darkness.
