Myths of Galena: The Three Sisters

Once upon a time, there was a soul, and such a lonely soul it was.

"Won't I ever find someone?" It thought, "Won't I ever have someone to talk to, someone to love?" The soul thought and thought as it wandered throughout time, a land without physical form. The soul was so lonely, it began to cry. Its sadness turned to frustration, then to rage. It tore itself apart, but not all at once.

On the first day, the soul tore out its mind. The mind did not fall, but rose above the soul, creating the first light: the sun. She was elegant and wise, but with her she carried the soul's frustration, rage, and cowardice. She feared the soul and resented it for separating her from it, but she did not harm the soul. Instead, she orbited the soul and watched over it, hoping for her to fall to the cold ground below.

On the second day, from the neck of the soul, blood dripped on to the Earth. The blood created the first beings, demons, born of bloodlust and envy. Sister Sun noticed these beings, but she did nothing.

On the third day, the soul tore its heart from its chest, sending it to the deepest, darkest crevices of Earth. The heart did not create the darkness, but embodied it, and the stone she landed on became the moon. This sister was kind and motherly, but she carried the grief of the soul. She worried for the rest of the soul and orbited opposite of her sister, watching over the remainder of her creator.

On the fourth day, while grieving for her kin, Sister Moon wept on to the ground below. Flora and foliage sprouted from the Earth, covering its vulnerable flesh. Sister Sun nourished the flora with her light, bringing food for the fauna that will later come.

On the fifth day, the rest of the soul fell to the Earth, crashing into the crust and burying itself beneath a mountain. The resulting tremors caused the Earth's surface to split, allowing water to flow from its depths and create rivers and oceans. Sister Moon's grief chilled the waters that flowed from deep caverns and Sister Sun's anger warmed the waters within oceans and rivers.

On the sixth day, Sister Earth was born from the corpse of the soul, spring forth from the mountains she was once buried under. She possessed the pride and creative nature of the soul, and seeing the fauna-less Earth before her, she wove the first beings out of nearby fibers: humans. However, these beings were vulnerable and unable to take care of themselves, so Sister Moon allowed them to take refuge in her womb for nine months, until the first race of humans were born fully grown.

On the seventh day, Sister Sun and Sister Moon descended to Earth to meet their youngest sister, each of them bestowing names upon each other.

"Penelope," Said Sister Sun, "The youngest of us, as lovely as a poppet."

"Matrika," Said Penelope, "Guardian of the moon and mother to all, aortals began to worship them separately, they ls dark and loving as you are."

"Andromeda," Said Matrika, "Beautiful and terrifying, just as your presence. A name fit for the radiance of Galena."

The sisters, wise Andromeda, loving Matrika, and creative Penelope, vowed to forever be together, even when they are apart. Even as moved each other.

Andromeda took to the highest tower in the Astral Glades, surrounded by her fearful followers.

Matrika tended to the Earth from within its caverns, finding rest in the community of Mournstead.

Penelope wandered the Earth, amassing a following wherever she went, birthing kingdoms that will rise above all others.

Praise the light of Andromeda,

Praise the love of Matrika,

Praise the woven life of Penelope.