Before the dawn of the planet and creation, the universe gave birth to three entities. The Mother, Chaos, and Death.
Though known by many names the supernatural world knows the Mother as Pământ. She created the world and the animals inhabiting it. The mountains, streams, oceans, deserts, forests, plains, reefs, and arctic all were shaped by her loving hands. Every animal that walked the earth came from her. From the smallest microbial cell to the blue whale and dinosaurs, she loved each and every one.
But these creatures didn’t love her back. Gaining no true sense of who she was from them, Pământ grew lonely watching the planet’s inhabitance grow and evolve, sometimes with a nudge from her own hand. In her loneliness she shed seven tears, each taking the form of a new being, her children. These seven beings filled the hole in her heart, returning her love and giving her a sense of self.
In return, she gave each of her children a single gift of creation hoping to instill the same feeling in them. They could create a race to live on her planet.
Her eldest son, Piatră, created humans. Giving them a great sense of self and an ego to match his own.
Her eldest daughter, Vȃnt, created a race that could change form. Two souls within one body, shifting from Man to beast at will.
Foc, her second son, created Demons. A race that would stand up to anything, even his unforgiving element.
Her second daughter, Apă, gave birth to the fey. Fairies and elves, the people were one with the natural elements already alive and well on the planet.
Her final son, Soare, created the Angelic people. A winged race that would forever soar to meet his warmth.
Lonely, and without much love from the inhabitants of the planet and her siblings’ people Lună, Pământ’s third daughter, created the Vampire race. A people bound to the night.
Pământ’s final child, Sorată, did not wish to create a race. Instead she chose to entrust her gift to the coming generations. She would ensure her siblings children were brought to the one person alive that would complete their souls, guaranteeing they never felt the cold bitterness of longevity alone.
Pământ rejoiced at the new life on her planet. And for a time all was peaceful. Until her eldest son’ malice shown through the people he created. Humans began to reject and hunt the other races. Wars broke out, and her beautiful planet paid the price. Furious and hurt that the gift she’d given her children was blackened, she cursed Piatră’s race. She denied them Sorată’s guiding hand, and the longevity the other races enjoyed. If humans were to find their other half, it would not be without years of suffering and searching.
The curse had far reaching consequences. Piatră’s anger with Pământ drove him to leave his siblings and home. He came to his race claiming to be the one, the only true deity. He called for war, for the eradication of those not like his children.
Vȃnt, Foc, Apă, Soare, and Lună fearful for their races’ existence beseeched Pământ for anything to save them. She gave their people strength unlike that of the humans. Strength of heart, to accept and join together. Strength of soul, to continue on even in the worst of times. Strength of body, to fight for the lives being threatened.
Though Humans now dominated the once beautiful planet Pământ created, she ensured the other five races had a fighting chance against them. She knew not all were bad, for all had free will. Turning to her daughter, Soartă, for answers she was saddened when she found none. Her youngest child could only cry. The gift she’d brought to the people of Pământ’s planet, the children she’d helped create, were being killed in a senseless manner.
With Sorată’s tears came a light, a binding that even Pământ hadn’t foreseen. Human souls were cleansed bringing to them a strength of both soul and heart, and soon the races began to join together. Children born of two races, bridging the gaps formed by Piatră’s hate.
Now, though Sorată continues to guide her siblings’ people, she looks for a way to end the war still waged by Piatră’s followers.
Chaos and Death, Pămȃnt’s brothers, watch silently from the background never directly interfering. Chaos acts as a check for his older sister’s creations, while Death is a force that comes with all life. Though recognized, neither are worshiped by Pămȃnt’s children’s creations.
Piatră’s Version (believed by humans):
Vȃnt betrayed Piatră, creating a race by fusing both man and beast together. Her monstrous creations then sought out and killed his children. When the rest of his siblings started creating new monsters using his template he finally broke off from the rest of his family. He then called his children – the humans – to arms and pushed to cleanse his mother’s planet of the blasphemous existences. Over the millennia only a few scattered families remembered his call to fight, and each had their own sense of how the war was meant to be fought.