In the ancient archives of time, when the shadows of war loomed large and the clash of magic-forged weapons echoed through the realms, two mighty kingdoms found themselves entwined in a relentless struggle. Technology, once a beacon of advancement, is now used to bring chaos and consume the land.

From the celestial heights, the benevolent goddesses Luna and Tera, witnesses to the unending strife, decided to intervene. They bestowed on the warring nations two newborn twins with a fraction of their divine power—a sacred mission entrusted to them—to forge peace where chaos reigned.

Yet, even in the sacredness of their divine gifts, another divine force, an insidious corruption, seeped into the heart of one sister. The dark tendrils of this nefarious influence wrapped around her essence, twisting her once noble purpose into a maddening thirst for power. A tragic descent awaited her sister as the corrupted Demi-Goddess turned against her own sister.

She had promised her kingdom immortal life if they defeated her sister's army. The ensuing conflict was nothing short of an apocalyptic clash of magic and steel that swept across the battleground. The sister, who abhorred violence and sought harmony, faced a devastating choice. Unwilling to extinguish her evil sister's life when she had the chance, she looked in despair as her people perished at the hands of the corrupted sibling. The wicked sister obliterated and erased the very histories of her cherished people.

In the wake of the carnage, intoxicated by her newfound power, she seized control of the lands with an iron fist. The immortality she promised to her subjects became a curse, transforming them into undead monstrosities, a grotesque parody of their former selves. Her dominion became a nightmarish realm ruled by madness and decay.

On the other side of the tragedy, the gentler sister, haunted by the echoes of her lost people, fled the now desolate lands of her fallen kingdom. With a heavy heart burdened by the weight of her failed mission to bring peace, she created wings and embarked on a solitary journey, seeking solace in the unknown.

Her wings carried her over sprawling landscapes scarred by the ravages of war. For weeks on end, the saddened sister soared through the vast skies, traversing unimaginable distances until she reached the farthest reaches of the known continents, where she found herself standing at the edge of a boundless ocean.

With nothing but the endless expanse of water before her, she made a decision born of both exhaustion and an unyielding sense of loneliness—she would continue to fly, seeking comfort in the isolation of the skies. Weeks melted into months as she journeyed beyond the familiar realms, her wings beating tirelessly against the currents of the wind.

Eventually, the outline of a new continent emerged on the horizon, untouched by the fires of war, a sanctuary of untamed wilderness teeming with vibrant life. Yet, the sister found no respite in this newfound haven. Her aerial journey persisted for another month, the weight of her solitude and the haunting memories of her past settling like a heavy shroud on her weary shoulders.

On the brink of another boundless ocean, she landed on the ground, a sense of futility creeping into her heart. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of her losses, the floodgates of her emotions, previously held at bay, began to crack. The pain of a shattered family, and the torment of severed connections with friends and allies—all welled up within her.

Unable to contain the flow of her grief any longer, she wept. As her tears fell, an enchantment opened. A forest sprouted from the very tears that cascaded down her cheeks. The leaves of the trees, normally green, bore an interesting shade of blue, and as if mirroring the sister's inner turmoil, they oozed a glowing blue sap. The forest expanded relentlessly, stretching for miles in all directions. Streams of the glowing sap began to flow, weaving intricate patterns through the forest floor like rivers. In the center of it all, a mighty tree began to grow, having the widest branches and thickest trunk.

Within the expanse of the magical forest, any creature caught in its enchantment found itself unexpectedly imbued with a trace of the demigoddess's power. This infusion forged an ethereal connection between the fauna and the sorrowful demigoddess. A subtle, otherworldly feeling echoed through the woods—a silent hum of empathy and shared emotion.

One by one, animals, now touched by the magic, emerged from the shadows to offer her solace. Their forms became infused with a whimsical blend of natural grace and mystical essence. As they surrounded her, a silent understanding passed between the demigoddess and her newfound companions.

The once unyielding stream of tears began to slow, touched by the presence of these magical beings, and she started to contemplate her next steps. Amidst her reflection, a selfish thought crept into her mind—a thought that whispered of altering these creatures to embody a fusion of her lost people and the animals from which they derived.

With a subtle exertion of her demigoddess powers, the very fabric of the forest seemed to respond to her will. The animals, now under the influence of her gift, underwent a transformation that blurred the boundaries between their original forms and the essence of Atheria's lost kin. The air shimmered with an otherworldly energy as the creatures developed into ethereal beings, becoming a delicate fusion of their natural origins and the memories lingering within the demigoddess's heart.

As the creatures within the enchanted forest gained newfound intelligence, a subtle transformation occurred in their nature. They began to perceive her as not merely a source of comfort but as a divine figure worthy of reverence. In their prayers and worship, they hailed her as their goddess, a benevolent entity guiding and protecting them in the enchanted haven, naming her Atheria.

In her weakened state of mind, Atheria succumbed to the allure of their worship. The echoes of their devotion became a relief for her own lingering grief, and she‌ accepted the mantle they bestowed upon her. However, the truth of her origins remained obscured by the fog of her guilt and the desperate desire to shield them from her painful past.

Atheria chose to withhold information about her gods and the circumstances that led to their enchanted forms. She had believed the gods had left her after failing her only mission. Instead, she painted a narrative of danger lurking beyond the forest, an external threat poised to destroy the haven she had granted them.

As the generations passed, the enchanted beings embraced their divine connection with joy. The belief that their transformation was a divine gift began to permeate their collective consciousness. In their minds, the goddess had bestowed upon them these ethereal forms as an improvement over their original bodies, which they now deemed repulsive.

The fear of rejection by their benevolent goddess, if they were to revert to their original forms, took root in their hearts. Yet, unknown to them, Atheria harbored a silent guilt for what she had done. Despite her remorse, she remained silent, allowing the misconception to weave into the fabric of their existence.

Driven by their unwavering devotion, they organized themselves into legions of magicians and fighters, dedicated to safeguarding the mystical realm from any intruders that might threaten their haven. They proudly adopted the name of their revered goddess, calling themselves the Atherians, and christened the enchanted sanctuary as Atheria's forest.

As the years passed, the truth of Atheria's past became a faded whisper in the winds of time. The once-saddened demigoddess, now embraced as a deity by her devoted followers, found herself entangled in the divine narrative she had inadvertently woven. The memory of her original purpose and the complexities of her own emotions were nearly forgotten, obscured by the developing mythology that enveloped Atheria's forest and its divine protector.

As the Atherians thrived in their enchanted haven, an unexpected encounter unfolded with a group of humans who ventured near their mystical home. The humans were a race not created by the gods but evolved from the prime apes. In the spirit of exchange, the Atherians and the humans engaged in trade, each party offering unique commodities. The humans, lacking an innate affinity for magic, brought goods and knowledge of construction and textiles, while the Atherians shared their magical gems, rare artifacts imbued with the essence of their enchanted forest.

Over time, the interaction between the two groups led to the formation of a capital, where the seeds of collaboration blossomed into a thriving hub of trade and cultural exchange. At the heart of this thriving city, the colossal tree where the forest started grew continued to grow, its majestic branches reaching towards the sky. This remarkable tree, nurtured by the magic-laden sap flowing through its veins, became the focal point of the growing civilization. Atheria had long since lost contact with the gods above, believing they had given up on her since she had failed her mission. The trees continued reach toward the sky was in effort to see if the gods still saw her, but they never seemed to reach them.

Within the embrace of this grand tree, Atheria made her secluded home. The magic-laden sap ensured that the sanctuary remained hidden from prying eyes, accessible only to a select few of Atheria's strongest legion. These chosen individuals, privy to the true essence of their goddess, formed an elite circle that understood the depths of Atheria's emotions and the intricate balance she sought to maintain. Because of this, their lives were longer than those of the average Atherian citizen, which was two to five hundred, due to their form being almost entirely magic. The select legion members could live for thousands of years, maintaining peace.

The humans who frequented the capital underwent a gradual transformation over generations due to their prolonged exposure to the magical sap. Slowly, they developed into a distinct race, shedding their human origins to become the elves. This metamorphosis was not merely physical but also permeated their way of life, as magic infused itself into the very fabric of their society.

The once-human kingdom developed into an elven realm, where magic is interwoven seamlessly with daily life. The elves, now attuned to the mystical currents that flowed through their veins, fashioned their culture, architecture, and technologies with the very essence of the enchanted forest. Magic became an integral part of their existence, influencing everything from their craftsmanship to their art. Their lives also grew to be two hundred years, tripling what their lifespans were just centuries ago.