The chant alighted on the night air, carrying the hymn to the ears of the creatures in the dark. A pact of primitive villagers from a long lost time, definitely not modern, sung around a bright fire. They continued with calm reverence as they peered into the twisting flames, their chant morphing into a meditative sigh.
On the horizon a star fell from the sky. Magically enough, it landed not far from their sitting spot with a booming thud and flare of bright light. This was the first time anyone at this fire circle had been lucky enough to have a star fall within their walking distance. Curiosity fanned the flames of adventure and a small group set out for the landing site.
Following the trail of smoke to where the star had fallen was easy to track. It was only a handful of miles out, they could still see the smoke from their earlier cooking fire in the distance. When they arrived they were astonished at the heat the Earth put off. The ground was still sludgy from hot molten material strewn about. It was a short time they allowed the ground to cool before climbing the edge of the impact crater to see inside.
Some sort of enormous egg sat, but as a glossy reflective material that appeared to stay red hot, no larger than a person. None of the villagers, a total of seven to be exact, dared to approach the mysterious ore. As they watched the ore-egg cracked open, and the flare of its outer heat suddenly dissipated with a gush a hot wind blowing their hair back.
Inside was a man, like one of them, but without hair. Like a newborn, but a fully grown man and glowing like the shell. It stayed in a rested egg position for some time, shining like a beacon of light. The villagers were all amazed. Was it a person from the stars? How could it be?
One of the eldest clambered over the edge and slowly skidded into the pit, his curiosity peaking. This was a man named Hoontauk Mohit’Nahobi. He was fearless in this newfound discovery, a trait not so uncommon as man would come to find.
Hoontauk approached the golden figure, feeling the air heat around him. When he was close enough for words the figure turned on its heel to face him, and reached out a hand. The body language was seemingly common enough, and Hoontauk felt that this might be a special moment in his life, for it was he who was the one who called up the men to travel. It was he who had ascended the pit first, and it was he who climbed in alone. It was he now who stood before this being from another world!
Hoontauk knowing the gesture to be peaceful decided to return it and reached out his arm. Then a shockwave pulsed out from where the being and Hoontauk were standing, a wave so powerful it re-leveled a secondary crater. When but a few of the villagers came to, and found some of their comrades slain they were doubly shocked to find at the center of the crater was nothing more than a pyramid of crumbled and red hot embers.
*Deep in the Earth, at the furthest depths of the core*
Through the ancient mysteries of time and space we find the spirit of a galactic, or even cosmic force resting, centered. The very essence of an idea in it’s purest format as a living being. Mother Gaia; from before time, cosmic in space, eldritch in its basest forms when encountered on the physical plane of man.
Now nursing, as she would, one of her many creations. A babe from within the Sol sphere. A shattered egg that was shed by starlight, and as the stars would have it delivered to Earth. Not one of her sisters or brothers, but where there are the clearest stretching skies, the bluest of deep oceans, the greenest farthest hills.
Energy is very strange when it becomes sentient, or beyond that as far as comprehension allows. When it becomes aware of the field of the magnetic sphere it resides in as it’s home there settles an idea of comfort. In order to make itself present, however, it must shed and bond continuously with the outside, or the reality that Man knows.
Once such a bond is made the previous experiences of that person can template over, but generally the soul comes about fresh once their existence extends into our universe. The Elemental does indeed devour a living soul, but in doing so that soul becomes something far greater than what it would accomplish along the duration of a mortal life. They, being the soul template overlapping the Elemental template, become a being of pure thought and in essence pure energy.
However, the fizzles of magic leave many loopholes for ghosts and spirits to return. Sometimes the full embodiment of a past being can worm through to enshroud a new template, fully. Such occurrences are rare, but not unknown.
This Elemental was a shapeshifter of all the traces of our existence of Earth. Once one of its identities died it shifted into a new vibration completely. Once it devoured a soul it was reborn. Taking the form of light, or lava, or water generations down. The identity that evolved through each life-span never truly clinging to a specific mold, and therefore never having an ego past it’s death to remember itself by. Every form was new back to square one.
At this dawning age Man had only begun to understand the elements of power the Earth had at her reign. A new force was unleashed, to hold back tides of darkness that were foreseen. For future sight allowed Gaia to grant her children, elementals and mortals the gift of ever lasting life. Whether that be at a change in the core of the planet or through reproduction at the surface there was a spell cast and both Man and Elemental knew they were forever tied together, if only they could communicate.
Therefore Gaia unleashed her newest babe upon humanity. One that could learn and be human in every way, even in death. The refraction of the Elemental’s spirit, and its commune within itself to shift from one power to another after it’s death was a generationally split decision. Much the same way traits appear in people farther down their lines, with some even reoccurring.