Terror reigned in Hashan as the malevolent spirit Mukamuttara wreaked
havoc throughout the city. Despite the greatest attempts of the
citizens, the creature returned time after time, destroying those who
stood against her as she made her way to the Temple of the Moon. A cry
went up from the temple as the once-loyal Priestess of the Moon,
Isillinde, was snatched by Mukamuttara and brought back to the Crown of
the Ithmia. Too late she was found, laid upon a foul altar, body ravaged
with blood dripping from every orifice. Whispering desperately to the
followers of Ourania, Isillinde advised them to seek the brightness of
the sun, for only its light could illumine their way.

Meanwhile, in a temple far to the south, members of Mithraea's order saw
visions of a being wreathed in fire, taking a wild flight toward the
sun. Reminded by these visions of an ancient temple dedicated to the
worship of the sun and its spirits, Sir Gladius, Head of the Order of
the Sun, sent the Mitras on a journey to the Isle of New Hope. At the
top of Mount Luth, hidden beneath a lunar shine, the search finally
proved fruitful: there they found a small crevice leading into an
ancient ruin, the temple Gladius had described.

As the small party of Kotori, Nutopia, Meleah and Semfir searched the
ruins, a ghostly figure materialised in the centre of the temple.
Despite the initial shock at seeing his first visitors in centuries, the
apparition introduced himself as Ba'relo, and explained that though his
body had long decayed, his soul had been preserved to ensure that he
could continue his work in service to the spirits of the Sun.

Beneath the eaves of the Eastern Ithmia, the orders of the Sun and Moon
gathered. The Mitras shared what they had learned of spirit-kind and the
solar entities served on the Isle of New Hope. Likewise, the lunar
children shared what they had learned: the scroll, the secret place of
lunar worship in Hashan, and the appearance of Mukamuttara, whose
exploits had not yet reached the sun-kissed Pash Valley. In haste, the
Mitras led the Ouranians to the ruined temple of solar worship and to
Ba'relo, who pored over the information brought before him and
determined that he could help the Children of the Moon with the
malevolent lunar spirit they battled. They would negate its essence and
drive it from this realm.

Cautioning the Children of the Moon, Ba'relo explained that their toil
was not yet at an end. The lunar spirit had to be summoned, even at
great risk. The rest, he assured them, would be left to a solar spirit
entrusted into his care. Led by Trevize, Ashadra, and Harmonia, the
ritualists gathered at the ancient spring within the centre of the
Crown, the Spring of Fluvialis. Smoke from burning rogos branches
gathered upon the water of the small spring, and a darkness blacker than
the deepest midnight began to coalesce, until finally, with a shattering
scream, Mukumuttara tore into visible reality, the miasma surrounding
her body writhing with power infused by the ritual itself.

Circling slowly, Mukmutarra rounded on the burning pillar of ever-moving
fire crackling nearby, but before she attacked, the solar spirit flung
itself into her, gradually infusing the lunar spirit's very essence with
its own. The spirits grappled in a struggle of darkness and light, until
with a final, blinding flash, the solar spirit flung itself homeward,
entwined with the screaming form of Mukamuttara, directly into the sun
where both would disappear, never to be seen again.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 454 AF.