Äleväss,

Missing  my stories are you? "Never thought you'd see the day you would." Those  were you're own words once! I will still tell you because I  never tire  of it. Otherwise being a priestesses devoted to Mïzärn would  have been a  terrible choice in that regard...

Mïzärn  was the last son and some say the most beautiful of the  thïsenyärr,  but don't tell his sister-brother Älëas. The äthehlï also  knew he was  the favorite son of Mazarath. That does not mean she loved  him more.  Not at all! Moms love their children the same, just to their  own shape.  Mazarath knew his sphere had the most potential for chaos, so naturally she watched him closer than your own eyes do the air around  you. Mïzärn is chaos and control; the world we see and the one we do not. There is an unseen world I swear of it! Ask any of his clergy or whisper carefully to the forest of Mäsvell Dinmaar and they will tell you just as I have. Do mind to whisper among the woods; they don't like   loud noises. Mïzärn was also quite the rebel son compared to his  siblings. Mïzärn taught his sphere liberally to all who would listen, even ätherä. He believed none should fear it, because it could bring so  much good into a universe tainted by the Void. He preferred to live   among his mortal followers rather than the ätherä. None were beneath this humble god.

The äthehlï were  critical of him so he did not have the same following of divine äthehlï  as the other thïenyärr, but he did have  loyalty among the living. Oh  and he had favorites. One in particular...  Vasistha! Mïzärn loved and  cherished her. The thïsenyärr nor Mazarath did  not care for this nor  faulted him, but they did advise him against such  a union... But the  äthehlï believed it would be disastrous...

Mazarath  ordered them to pay no mind to her beloved Mïzärn or  Vasistha and most  did, since she would pass from the living world in a  hundred years or  so anyway. A few schemed and did not listen to the mother of course.  They dismantled Vasistha, took her apart  and cursed her to be born  into mortal skin until the end of time and only Mïzärn could break such a  curse. Of course being so full of  "last-son-angst" Mïzärn was  devastated! His first love! Gone! Dismantled and torn apart doomed to be  reincarnated for endless centuries into the turmoil of andeamer  monotony! So don't complain about that unruly young  man you brought  home during your "phase". Anyway, Mïzärn could not go  on without his  beloved Vasistha and this was the final straw. Their love  too deep and  true to ever move on from!

The two were meant for each  other, just like  your father and I. Mïzärn doomed himself just as those  äthehlï doomed  Vasistha.

Mïzärn renounced his  divinity in the twilight hour so none would know  until it was too late  and left Ursanistyn behind to search for his  beloved. When Mazarath  awoke to the new day, she saw Mizärn missing  among her beloved  children. Centuries! Centuries of searching Ursanistyn  in its entirety  left her devastated. Finally those few äthehlï came  forth and confessed  what they had done. Mazarath was furious! She cast  them to the same  fate as her son so they would know exactly what they  subjected her,  Mïzärn, and Vasistha to.

So many  lifetimes had passed  among the living world she could no longer discern  who was Vasistha or  Mïzärn in those living vessels. Some day he will  find her and transcend  their mortal entrapment and the two can finally  be together as they  should.

Äleväss, Mïzärn's legends can be interpreted in as many different  ways as there  are stars in the night sky. What it means to me and what I  have tried  to teach you and your brother is that of choice.  Mïzärn  represents choices and the many paths we may or may not take in  our  lives. Whatever the choice, you are still my daughter.

With all of my love,

Mother