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THE LEGEND

THREE MOONS OF NOOMAS

The night skies of the Northern Territories are the brightest in the entire world during seasons of the sun: a consistent truth for all times. And during the coldest of the wintry seasons, the icy white Northern Territories would be pitched into utter darkness, if it were not for the constant vigilance of the moons casting their protective luminescence upon the frozen lands.

It is said, that long before the lands were peopled, Noomas had no moons. In the times of the Pure, the world was untouched, virgin land. The pale sun shone upon the naked wilderness, bringing forth plant and animal life of great proportions. No time was recorded. A singular continuum of life burst into a happy celebration across the lands, valleys, seas, and mountains, spreading its eager blanket of energy.

Disaster struck when a great and mighty storm fumed in the celestial skies, and hurled blazing fireballs across the heavens in throbbing waves of flaming rock. They fell on all creation, crushing plant and beast alike.

The sleeping gods, Clinsol and Nosn, were jarred out of their contented slumber and looked down in shocked disbelief. What could have brought this destruction against their creation? Who had trampled the beautiful perfection of their world? Nosn hid his jealous suspicions from the beautiful Clinsol.

Slke had been peacefully resting with Nial when the tremors had rattled their world and ran immediately to the hall of the gods. Tooli, Anos and Insi plowed in, tumbling heavily over one another, ready to blame any one of the gods, for the malicious chaos. They heard whispers from hidden corners of the mind, radiating bizarre discordant melodies over their world.

Could anything so brutal be traced? Could these simple delicate vespers be the footprint of destructive forces?

The gods cried out in mourning, for this sacred place had generously provided the food and drink, the very source of life, supplied to the gods. But soon after, their sadness began to lift and fury raged among the gods. They raised their arms in anger and caused a mighty wind to blow the storm far into the abyss.

And when the danger had passed, they soared to the damaged lands, collected the remnants of the fiery boulders still burning, and flung them into the oceans. The seas boiled high upon the shores as the fireballs crashed into their depths.

When they had cooled and the waters had calmed, the gods dove deep into the oceans. Retrieving three of the largest of the boulders, they hurled them back into the skies, admonishing them to orbit around Noomas as guardians against any further catastrophes that might dare to threaten the lands. And they vowed Noomas would never suffer devastation of this magnitude ever again.

Thus the Three Moons of Noomas have remained vigilant over the planet for centuries.

With the rebirthing of their creation, they invited new seeds to be sown from beyond the heavens. And as new settlers entered the lands of the gods, they were welcomed one at a time and the land prospered and once again returned abundant joy and goodness to the gods.

—Tomes of the Ji