Mizarn, in the words of his priestess

From the archives of Äyrokh Mïzärnan: A letter sent to her daughter recalling the abridged story of Mïzärn in priestess Mäs Shïra's own colorful words, along with other inquiries of her daughter's travels

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