Aureno's Silence

In the beginning, there was only thought.

Aurenos dreamed the world into form with a word unspoken, a truth shaped by will. He wove the leylines with breath, lit the stars with will, and called to Elyndra—not with voice, but with intention. Together, they shaped the gods, the world, and time itself.

But when Naelir was born—not from Aurenos’s command, but from Selaveth’s passion and Thalor’s freedom—something changed. The boy of stardream and want was not a design. He was not a formula, nor a sigil, nor a neatly ordered truth. He was longing made real.

And Aurenos, for the first time, could not understand.

Some say the god of magic looked upon Naelir and saw a flaw in the divine weave. Others say he saw his own limits, his inability to shape desire, or the future that Naelir would eventually dream into being. Aurenos raised his hand—not to strike, but to erase.

And he stopped.

Before word or act, he saw something else. A ripple in the threads. A second thought.

And so he fell silent.

He has not spoken since. Not in word, nor gesture, nor spell. The stars continue. The leylines hum. But the First Thought waits.

In that silence, mortals listen. Some hear music in the stillness, others hear nothing at all. But all agree: should Aurenos ever speak again, it will not be with anger or grief.

It will be with creation. With the next word. The word that changes everything.