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| Name: Livella Remain Age: N/A Species: God First Appearance: The History of Ilmgral: Book One. The Sundering of the Two Moons | Power: Livella Remain is the god of light and the stars. She comes from the realm of Livinden and she uses the power of Livinden to keep the realm that is, Besan Gretan, moving. Since she was wounded she can no longer use her power to create stars but ever she guides the galaxies to keep the universe in balance. Appearance: When Livella descends to come among the living she appears like on of the Ilma though her skin carries hints of yellow. She has blonde hair and often dresses in green silks. Her right arm is missing just below the shoulder and this keeps shrouded. |
| Backstory: Livella Remain was born from the creation of the three plains of existence. She was born in Livinden, the realm of light, and light is her power. Soon she wandered into Besan Gretan, the world that is, and took physical form. In this empty space she created the stars and set the seeds for life. | Story Excerpt: Travelling back to Ilmgral, as was her want, Livella beheld a planet grown green and the oceans brought forth rain that sustained things that now grew upon the soil. Slowly she descended and she came to a point where two rivers met and beheld a forest around her, and that forest glowed with her presence. At her feet flowers of red and blue bloomed, basking in the light of her sun. She stayed there, and watched, as the sun of her making became colder and the leaves turned to silver grey and fell to litter the floor, while the flowers withered and died at her feet. Livella despaired, feeling that these things had died in just a second of her mind, whereas the things of her creation lasted years beyond counting and in Livinden, nothing perished. Her despair was ill-founded, for in the next second the trees began to bud, and flowers grew anew from the canopy of fallen leaves and the sun came again to full strength. So beautiful was the decay and re-birth that filled Besan Gretan, that Livella’s heart was moved even greater by the voices of Agraldin. Voices of those who wished to touch the realm that is for whatever short time was allotted to them and her immortality became a frightening thing, “They wish for the gift of mortality now.” Livella said to a budding red flower, “But soon they will wish for more time and that I cannot give them.” |