Countless ages ago, Arnâron was a paradise protected by the benevolence of the eight gods: It was called Dukaydor in those days, the land of water, because water was plentiful everywhere: Rivers sprang from the mountains and flowed into the vast oceans, which covered most of the world with water. The water even fell from the sky, and so Dukaydor was a green and pleasant land. Trees, flowers and crops grew everywhere. Great numbers of beautiful animals roamed the land, the sea, and even the skies, but none of them was dangerous. No man and no woman had to suffer hunger, or thirst. The people lived in happiness and security. They built great cities, and created art and the sciences. They explored the entire world, and ruled over it without challenge. There was no limit to what they could do.
However, with their great power came pride, and with pride came sinfulness. They discarded the old religions and considered themselves gods. Moral decay and decadence followed. Eventually, the eight gods decided to punish the people. They tasked Turyon, the dark god, with this.
Turyon sent two of his servants to Dukaydor. Their names were Death and Destruction, and they were aptly named.
They appeared out of no-where in the sky, great, silvery disks that began to illuminate the night. The oceans began to move, and flooded the coasts. Volcanoes erupted, and the ground trembled. Many of the great cities were destroyed, others abandoned as their citizens fled in panic.
Scared for their life, the people decided to beg the gods for mercy. But it was not in their hearts; it was a cold and calculated act. Thus Inyanu, the lady of the light, who had provided warmth and daylight since the beginning of time, lashed out at Dukaydor as well. Where she touched the world, oceans boiled and the land burned. The blood of the dead dyed the ground in a crimson red.
The people threw themselves to the ground and prayed to the eight gods to show compassion and mercy, and they weeped in desperation. The gods saw this and gave mankind a second chance. Their fury subsided, and they spared the lives of those who had survived. But now Dukaydor had become Arnâron, the home of the red sand, a bleak, barren world, that would forever remind the people to live in humility and reverence of the gods. Death and Destruction, Turyon’s servants, remained in the skies as well, ready to unleash further desolation as soon as the people would veer off the righteous path again.