Not much remains of Aur, the Chrysalis of Civilization, home of the First Wyrds. Was it nation, island, city, or simply a kin of fae folk? In any tale, it was the first, this was known. Its flag was the double-sided ax, this we’d found. It was a labyrinthopolis: a city whose walls formed a coiled serpent of alleys that led to its center—the roots and ruins of its walls still poked from the mud of the Evening’s River Char gorge that spilled into the Scorch Canyons on Hearth’s day side. Water had flowed down the cliffs, through those serpentine streets, which dipped inward, deeper like a funnel yet somehow never filled. Some think it was used for fast travel as well as irrigation. At center and the base of its city-maze-gorge grew a gnostic garden where hid the Tree That Would Be Two. What that single Tree’s original powers were had been lost to time and Aethra’s Hush.
Aur made up agriculture, which is why the city sprung around the Great Hearth: to sing the praises of Hearth as Goddess.…
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