The Gods
Eons ago, everything was darkness. Within this infinite black, there was a being. He knew not how he had come to be. All he knew was the nothingness he existed in.
When boredom set in, he created a physical world on which he could live.
Thus, he became the God of Beginnings. Then, as the loneliness took hold, he created two beings in his image and called them son and daughter.
When they needed a word to refer to him, he told them to name him Khollo.
He gave his son, Khonos, dominion over time.
To his daughter, Zaya, he bestowed the gift of creation.
The union between the God of Time and the Goddess of Life created multiple lesser gods.
Arjun, God of Light, who brought a brightness to the burgeoning world, and Ciri, Goddess of Day, who allowed it to shine.
Athos, God of Darkness, who shrouded the earth in a blanket of black, different from what had existed before.
And Anja, Goddess of Night, who sang soft lullabies to lull the world to sleep.
Among them were many others—Phaedros, Altea, Aaris, Imera, Elena, and Gana—each master of the domain gifted to them by their creators.
The stars, smelling an opportunity, bided their time and observed the humans.
Should the weaker species collectively come together and combine their magic, they would be able to defend themselves sufficiently.
After a decade, it was clear the humans were too foolish and selfish to band together to save themselves, and so the stars fell upon them.
In a matter of mere weeks, the humans were completely enslaved by their new gods. They called to the old gods for aid, but they slumbered deep underneath the mountains, and the cries went unheard.
So it continued for three centuries, until one woman with unusually powerful magic and one man with none, decided to rise up against their oppressors and take back what was rightfully theirs.
Freedom.