Through the course of the ages, there came a time of seemingly unending strife. It was named the Time of Turmoil, an age known for many wars and the first mass extinction etched into the history of Myrth.
The god of light, Lord Aster's, convictions were put to the test during these times. As darkness claimed the lands, he found his only solace in the the kind and hopeful words of the young Lady Elmara.
Elmara took it upon herself to be a voice of reason, urging on all those who felt the impact of Chaos. She spoke with calm wisdom and elegant temperance. It was in this time that the Lady fist layed eyes upon the glorious Lord of the Flowers, the Lightbringer and Voice of Hope. He urged on the teachings of the Lady, and set his heart upon her desires.
It was Lord Aster in which Elmara placed her trust and to whom she entrusted the future of all mankind. He stood before the forces of darkness, clad in shining armour, with his spear in hand, speaking words of courage and unyielding conviction to those around to hear.
His feelings grew as he perceived her graces. Her powerful, elegant persona fueling his desires. Soon he was entranced by her, and his infatuation became clear. Fortunately, the Lady had set her heart upon him as well, and she returned his love in all of her heavenly glory.
As fate would have it, their union produced a child. Heron had her father's strength and her mother's grace. And through her upbringing in the courts of the divine, she was destined to become a force of righteousness on Myrth.
As Heron grew, she asked her father why the world was so unjust. "For in a world of the unjust, there are good men doing nothing", the Morning Lord replied. She asked her mother, then, why the people of the world did nothing against the evils of the day. "For there are no one to stand and lead them", the Lady said with a sigh.
Heron grew strong during those days of war. Ever more being met with the bitterness of the living realms. Ever more seeing the destruction her fellow divine caused upon the world. With her growing strength, came the realization that she herself could be the banner bearer for the unavenged. She could be the one who leads the fight against the unjust.
And so the goddess was born into true divinity, when she picked up the mantel of protecting the weak. She brought retribution to those who defiled the virtues of honour, brought valor to the hearts of men and brought down the hand of poetic retribution against those who oppressed the weak.