Taeos had set the great music of creation into movement. The archai remained to help teach the myriad beings. They interacted with all of the creatures and loved them all but the ones they loved most were the elves formed from the trees. The elves who always seemed to be reaching for the sky, the elves who were long and tall and graceful, the elves who in their smiles one saw the story of all the joys of the world and whose eyes spoke of all the sadness of the world. The archai spent time amongst the elves most and the elves were most affected. As the elves spent time with the archai they learned the magic language and learned how to change things with their words alone. The animalia who spent time with the archai learned the language as well but since Taeos had not planned this fate for them creation himself, the spark inside of them was deeper yet more distant. The elves whose roots stretched to the ground, whose arms reached to the heavens, whose hides were tough and strong were more connected to the worlds magics. The elves who had the water of creation, the fire of brilliance, the hardiness of the earth and the breath of Taeos himself were more connected to the spirit magics. Maingth looked on this in joy. The animalia were not jealous, nor did the elves feel superior. They basked in the glory of each other and rejoiced in the pure beauty of the world.
Maingth the rogue archai, who looked on the creation of Taeos and was able to look into the stars and see the patterns there, who slept in the tree of life and read the wisdom written on it's leaves. Maingth who loved Taeos greatly but who was too impetuous, watched the other archai slowly bring the animalia into their blessed state and said "I can do it quicker and please Taeos" he pulled and tore and stretched and created the half horse half man centaurs. Taeos looked down from heaven in anger and brought a great burden upon Maingth for his abuse of creation. He took from the blessings of Maingth and looking on the centaur in pity gave them Maingth’s gifts, the wisdom of the stars and the joy of learning. The centaur retreated into the mountain heights and watched the world and the stars and were joyous in their creation and worshipped Taeos and his love forevermore.
Maingth, bitter and broken retreated and hid within Cyrus and waited. He watched the dealings of the archai from afar and grew dark, he could no longer sleep in the tree of life nor read the wisdom written on the leaves and he grew spiteful and mean. He forgot that all is balanced and protected by Taeos. He forgot that Taeos’s love and compassion will embrace any who ask for it. He refused to ask for forgiveness and brooded dark and angry. Where he stood became a whirlpool of pain and rage, a perpetual storm of his fury that refused to leave the world. It is known today as the storm sea and the land around it as the Maingth wastes.
