Valear was a normal city. Sure, it was the largest city on the Irridioc Plains, the defacto trade capital of the world, and the only port around for miles, but it still had nothing special about it. It had bars, stores, inns, shipyards, the whole works. But there was no fancy architecture; Valear had been built to be practical. There was no real history; the most exciting thing had been when the Feric Empire had tried to invade, but all of the battles had been fought outside the city.
So the city was completely and utterly average. Until, one day, a god arrived at the gate.
As the story goes, it was just after sunset when a guard stationed at one of the city's gates had been awoken by a great light coming through the window. The man awoke and groggily stumbled over to look out, dismayed that the night had been so short. It hadn't been.
Outside the gate stood a small girl. She had on a flowing white robe and looked at the gate with large gray eyes, long blonde hair trailing down her back. And she glowed like the sun. Light seemed to intensify around her, follow her, swarm around her. Many others recall that night being the blackest in a long time.
The guard panicked and ran outside the gate. When he emerged, the girl looked at him curiously.
"What are you?" the man asked in wonder. The girl blinked several times before shrugging. "What are you doing here?" the man asked, walking closer to the strange girl. She looked barely six. The girl blinked again and yawned.
"I'm tired," she said. The man found himself nodding and leading the girl inside the city, where he took her to the nearest temple. The head priest there was astonished, and she was soon proclaimed a god. And Valear became the city of the Goddess
The next day, well after dawn, a schoolteacher was lecturing her students. The news of the goddess's arrival hadn't reached the common person yet, as she was being questioned by the priests in the large palace in the center of the city.
The teacher was lecturing her students when one raised his hand and asked why it was so dark out. The teacher frowned and turned to the window, where it seemed as dark as night. She, not wanting her small charges to be afraid, shrugged and said that it must just be cloudy. But, all over the city, people were walking around remarking on the bright day the city seemed to be experiencing.
The teacher excused herself from her class briefly and walked to the door of the small schoolhouse. Opening it, she looked out to find a small boy waiting on the steps. He looked up at her, eyes a deep blue. His hair was black, and he was dressed in simple dark pants and a shirt. The teacher frowned.
"Who are you?" she asked, thinking it was a child coming to enroll for classes late, "Where's your mother?" The small boy blinked a few times before shrugging.
"I dunno," he said, "I'm tired." The teacher sighed sadly. It seemed every day, more and more children were coming to the schoolhouse, also the city's one orphanage.
"Well," she said, opening the door further, "come on in. We'll find somewhere for you." The boy looked up and smiled. And Valear gained one more orphan.