Unity and Hope

                                    

                                          
As they entered the vast library, nearly as ancient as Prythian itself.  Elain's eyes widen in awe as she looks around.
"Oh my gods...Nesta would love this. I'll have to bring her. The Valkyries would all adore it—and the pegasi."
Lucien chuckles softly. "Oh, they definitely would. I already promised Gwyn that for her birthday, if she is brave enough to come to the Day Court, she and her friends could meet them and fly. Maybe I'll have to add this library to the festivities."
Elain smiles and kisses his cheek. "You're a good uncle. And mate. And friend."
"I think it is important for her to know that she has a family again. Blood family, too. I know what it's like to lose that, only to gain it again. It means a lot."
She hooks her arm in his and hugs his side as they walk. "I know."
They come to a gigantic front desk and the faerie at the counter bows in greeting. "Lord Lucien, Lady Elain. How may I assist you?"
Lucien flashes a charming smile at her. "We are seeking knowledge of my bloodline. Helion's bloodline. As far back as possible.", he clarifies.
The librarian nods slowly. "The High Lord must have sent you. Right this way." She leads down a labyrinth of aisles to a back corner, a portion of books covered with a shimmering azure curtain. She bows before Lucien and Elain. "These are books on what was gathered from your bloodline, from the very first High Lord of Day, and even before that. Magic is...well, whatever spell was cast to keep it constantly updating is nothing like I have ever witnessed before."
Lucien smiles politely. "Thank you."
As she retreats, he lets out a breath, looking over at Elain. His hands gently pull a handful of glowing tomes from the shelves, and he passes Elain a few.
"What exactly are we looking for, Lucien?"
"I don't know", he admits. "But anything close to my powers...or yours for that matter. We have hours, so we may as well start."
Sitting down at an ornate onyx table, they begin to go through the books, being extremely careful of the fragile pages, lineage going as far back as the first primordial gods—even before the Daglan were upon these lands. The Mother is rumored to be the spirit of one of the first Primordials, who wanted to create an abundance of life. She conjured the cauldron and poured forth life into what is now Prythian. Fionn, the first High King, who had defeated the Daglan to create the Courts, is said to be the son of the Mother herself—and with the help of a Priestess named Oleanna that she imbued with more potent magic than the rest of her children, he created the Dread Trove and the Made Cauldron-dipped weapons: Gwydion, Narben, and select others have been lost to time. With good comes bad, a balance, as is everything, and the Daglan had been some of the first creations of the Mother, which had gone wrong. So when she succeeded in creating Fionn and others, her good son slaughtered the twisted monstrosities, feeding off of the magic and slaughtering the good people she had created as they went to battle with them.
Lucien's brow furrows, taking in the information as he reads.
'The Mother, Gaia, was an original primordial. Born second of her siblings, she was the goddess of Earth and Nature. Her siblings include Chaos, god of Chasm, Tartarus, god of the Underworld, and Eros, god of Love. Though different accounts show many more. From Chaos came Erebus, god of Darkness, and Nyx, goddess of Night. From their union came Aether, god of light, Hemera, goddess of Day, Uranus, god of the sky, Ourea, god of mountains, and Pontus, god of the sea.'