Eudemonia

This is a piece of a story...here the charactor explains the myth/history of her world.

In the Beginning, before sound and light, before man and beast, was the Source. Everything, all and nothing was the Source as there was nothing but it. Time rent the Source when it was born thus creating the suns, planets and galaxies from its afterbirth. But the Source was not only comprised of physical matter; it was also of a spiritual substance. This spiritual matter was separated into countless entities. These smaller spirits became the animals, plants and Gods. From the moment of division, all particles of physical and spiritual matter began their long journey back to the Source, ever revolving homeward to rejoin the eternal Oneness.
Those souls closest to the Source became the Gods and Goddesses, whose purpose it was to shepherd the lost souls into transcendence incarnation after incarnation. Earth was one such planet, its people Man and its Goddess Faeth.
Faeth ruled over her people quietly but sternly. As Man became increasingly educated they began to question Her authority. At this point she realized she had lost touch with her people and decided there was need for another God. She journeyed to the Great Forest and ate an apple from the Tree of Knowledge, thus granting her the power to create the God who would be able to teach Man about Her mission.
Made from the cosmic dust from the center of the living Source, she breathed life into this new God who she named Rason. Man enthusiastically embraced Rason and the ideas that He taught them. The people of Earth found that it was easier to relate to their remote Goddess with Rason as an intermediary.
Many centuries passed and soon it became evident that Man had begun to worship Rason more than the Goddess Faeth. As belief in Her began to fade, so did she grow weaker. All too soon Man forgot all about Faeth as Rason became their only God.
A great war erupted and the planet became poisoned with ill-intent and evil. The Earth itself began to die, for the air and water had turned toxic.
With her last breath, Faeth called out to Rason. He heeded her call and prostrated himself upon the floor in sorrow at the sight of the dying Goddess even He had forgotten about. As he held her dying body in his arms, he looked with fresh eyes upon the ruined wasteland and dying peoples that he had sworn to protect. In a moment of perfect clarity he realized that there could be no Faeth without Rason, and no Rason without Faeth.
With a mighty tug he wrenched one of his ribs from his body and placed it in the dying Goddess. Rason then placed her body upon the ground and watched it burst into flame. It was a flame seen from almost all corners of the world. It flew high into the sky like an overgrown mushroom. From that mushroom rained a poison never seen by the likes of man. In her destructive death she left Earth with a severe punishment. The sun was hidden from the people of Earth so that they were shadowed in unnatural night. The winter that followed was one that lasted for many revolutions, seeing no warm reprieve. But the race of Man rose from the ashes and gathered their number that still survived and created a whole new world. Just like Man, Faeth was reborn and remade. This time in the form of the Firebird. As she and her God were now of one flesh, the world would be saved by the combined power of Faeth and Rason as equals.
Most who were living were now dead, and those who remained living were slowly dying. The Goddess spoke to the world of Man who had abandoned her: My wearied people! Thou art liars, cheats, anonymous faces in the sea of One! For when ye ignore the plight of thine neighbor, ‘tis only to thyself you cheat. Brother and sister not only in the helix that makes you so, but in the very incompleteness of thy soul! Follow now! Return to me, or be destined to lie in the black pit of despair as your Fate would decree. Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen!
And so it came to pass that the race of man banded together and hid themselves away under great clear domes for six hundred centuries to hide from the poisoned planet. A great revolution yielded the greatest human evolution. And so like the firebird, Man rose from the ashes of their own making and flew to heights of a new golden age: the Age of Eudemonia.