The Eye of Fire

I tell you the tale, my children, of the Year of the Flame, when terror burned in the heart of every Dewey, for is it that year that Havoc came upon us, with both His blessings and His Curses.

All was prosperous before He touched us. Our numbers boomed as our Gods protected us. Our Arcane Lady granted our warriors powerful magic, and from all fronts for centuries we defended our people from the onslaught of battle that plagued us before the Great Age of Peace. At long last, our time of respite was upon us, and as the mystics had foretold, a brief respite it was.

But no well-disciplined warrior could defend us from the disaster that would befall us, for it was in that year that Havoc materialized in flesh and blood on the face of Dewetian soil. And with one dread gaze, the fertile fields at once burst into raging flames. At once the Mystical Eye opened and looked down upon us from the heavens, and we prayed to Her. We possessed knowledge enough by Her grace to hold the flames at bay for six scorching months. At our efforts, the terrifying Havoc only wailed a cackle that shook the earth, and with one glance the flames grew, and spared no farm nor field.

Only the desertwalkers of our ancestors survived the Year of the Flame, as our gods could not protect us. Only Our Arcane Lady gazed down from the firmaments, but the Mystical Eye wept not for us, no Sacred Tear did She shed to soothe us after our age of heat and terror. No, the Mystical Eye only gazed upon the impish terrestrial form of Havoc as he continued to bring disaster upon our neighboring peoples. Some say the Eye gazed with fury, and still others say in fascination. It is only known that for this brief moment of eternity, the Mystical Eye was caught by the rapture of Havoc, such that the Eye could behold nothing else as She watched Havoc with ease wield powers which her mysterious dreams could not even conceive of.

It has been said that Havoc is a spirit full a lust insatiable save by the eternal bond of a goddess. This inner truth, and the piercing fury and admiration of the Eye's gaze soon inspired Havoc to seize the moment. In one great leap, He dematerialized and in form both beautiful and terrifying, He ascended towards the Eye that gazed upon Him. He did this with such great speed, that before the Eye could but blink, She was struck by His being. She longed for knowledge, and in that brief union it is said that the truth and power contained within His insanity gripped Her.

Or so it is said.

We only know that the Eye changed at the twilight of the Year of the Flame. Her sparkling gaze which held the beauty of knowledge has grown more beautiful, yet deadly. Those who seek our Arcane Lady in this age find greater knowledge, and are sometimes driven insane by the truths which She reveals. What price was paid, we know not, but live now in reverent awe and terror.

And Havoc has brought no ill-fate to the Dewies since.