The light was his father, starlight was his mother.

That is the sentence that begins the ancient legend, and the sentence that helps the wonders and imagination of creatures big and small. A legend that has been told for centuries. A story told across a thousand generations, a story in which some believe to be a fairy tale while others believe it to be a reality.

The legend of Kimlasca, the Wolf of Harmony.

Legend has it that thousands and thousands of years ago, a wolf roamed the world. It bloomed flowers, made trees grow, helped rivers flow, and made the world a paradise of color. Perhaps this wolf did not create the world itself, but perhaps it transformed it, terraformed it, into a paradise.

The wolf also helped all walks of life. It nurtured the young, took care of the elderly, supported the adolescent, and much more. It ensured that living beings were in good health, and were safe from harm. It was truly a golden age. The world was truly a paradise, a place in which dreams came true. It was a world of light.

But the wolf knew that he was not alone.

As the light and harmony around the world rose,  the counterpart, darkness and chaos, rose to meet it. This was the beginning of a dark age for the world. As Kimlasca, the Wolf of Harmony, reviewed his work he had put into the world so far, he was caught off guard as a sinister power began to grow. Sure enough, another being with equal power to Kimlasca, roamed the earth.

It was Mystearica, the Wolf of Chaos. Because of this wolf, chaos enveloped the world. Forests burned, sickness, fatigue, and horrible diseases plagued the world. Rivers flooded, and dark, dreary clouds enveloped the entire planet. There was not a single break in the clouds, and the light of the sun was unable to be seen. Mountains erupted into fiery volcanoes, oceans created massive, destructive waves. The ground shook and cracked. The once peaceful, paradise-like world was now a dark, chaotic world. There was no hope for those who inhabited the world, and they fought in sheer desperation for what little resources they could claim.

Kimlasca quickly noticed the state of the world, and did his best to restore it. He recreated forests, got rid of the dark clouds in certain areas, calmed the inhabitants down, but regardless, this was an endless fight between Kimlasca and Mystearica. A battle for territory, a battle for control over the earth.

Until finally, one day, they had crossed paths. Each of them swore to kill the other one. It was their final goal after all. If Kimlasca defeated Mystearica, the world would be a paradise forever. If Mystearica defeated Kimlasca, the world would be a horrible, dark place forever.

And so they fought.

They fought for hours, and hours, but finally both of them were injured badly.

And with one, final burst of energy, both wolves lunged towards eachother, their fangs bared, ready to finish off one another. They collided with each other, and both of their attacks had proved enough to finish the job.

Mystearica stared at Kimlasca, who stared right back at him. They glanced around at the world around them, realizing that the world was not meant to be a paradise, nor was it meant to be a dark, horrible place. Despite their hatred towards each other, they had reached an agreement. With what remaining power they had in them, they agreed to use both of their powers in order to maintain a balance between light and dark, harmony and chaos.

And so, they stared at each other one final time before their physical form blew away in the wind like dust. A streak of golden light shot towards the sky, and a streak of very dark purple light shot towards the sky, creating a magical lightshow as the spirit of Kimlasca and Mystearica watched over the world, maintaining the balance.

This is the part of the legend in which almost everybody stops. This is because very, very few know of what happened next. There is more to the legend that is not in most textbooks, nor is it spoken about.

After Kimlasca and Mystearica departed from their physical form and became spirits to watch over the earth, they had each created their own seperate bloodline. The son of Kimlasca was created and lived his life on the earth, and the son of Mystearica lived his life on the earth as well. They had a physical form, and so they could roam the earth and be seen. They never crossed paths, nor did they ever wish to fight each other. There was balance in the world. Kimlasca's son was able to bring harmony to those he was around, and was able to make the world a beautiful, better place. Whereas Mystearica's son on the other hand, brought sickness to those he was around, made the world around him look wretched and dark. He caused wars, but Kimlasca's son would eventually be able to help end them. It was an endless battle for territory between light and dark, just like it had once been for Kimlasca and Mystearica.

And once both of the sons had passed, their sons became the new Wolves of Balance, and once they passed, the same happened to their children, and again, and again. And so, the generations passed and thousands upon thousands of years passed by, yet both Kimlasca and Mystearica kept their watch on the world as spirits.

And now thousands of years after the death of Kimlasca and Mystearica, yet another new era begins. Another descendant of Kimlasca is born after the passing of the previous one. The world has forgotten about Kimlasca and Mystearica, and their legend is only told by very few, and most who hear it deem it to be just a fairy tale.

But Kimlasca had a feeling that his newest descendant would be the one to change history, to change the world. He did not know the destiny of the new descendant, but he did know that his destiny would change the world, for better or worse. This would be the descendant that changed it all.

The light was his fatherly ancestor, and starlight was his motherly ancestor.

His name was Cayde, and he was the descendant of the Wolf of Harmony.