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Pandoria & the Stars
Written By Ryuuko

When Mistica was first created, the night skies were dark and cold. The Sun was only able to provide the infantile planet with light and warmth for half of the day, and there was not even a Moon up above to illuminate the nights. Misticans were forced into their homes at the first signs of sundown, and were reduced to cowering in trembling groups as the foul beasts that prowled the darkness toyed with their most primal of fears. As if the beasts were not enough, Misticans were prevented from exploring the vast seas that their world offered as there was absolutely no way to navigate, by day or by night. Those stubborn enough to believe they could navigate the black waters were never heard from again, as every journey subsequently ended in shipwreck, the flotsam washing up on shore the only physical remainder of the ship and crew.

The Misticans pleaded with Pandoria for a solution; far too many of their own had been claimed by the darkness, and those who were left were working their fingers to the bone as there was simply not enough daylight to accomplish all of the work that needed to be done. Had Pandoria not given them eyes to see the beauty of the world around them? But at night, without any light to illuminate Mistica, that beauty was replaced with fear and evil! Unless Pandoria acted quickly, that fear and evil would soon consume her precious children and doom Mistica to a barren existence.

Pandoria took a paintbrush in her paw and began to paint a white circle upon the black canvas of the midnight sky. Its light was able to penetrate some of the darkness that plagued Mistica, but unfortunately, it was not enough; the evil and fear persisted, as did her children’s suffering. In her frustration and despair, Pandoria grabbed her paint and threw it across the sky, its light splashing everywhere. At first this infuriated her further, and she was on the verge of throwing an enormous fit when the sound of applause reached her ears. Calming herself, she looked down and was awestruck by what she saw. Every single Mistican had poured outside, cheering and whooping and clapping for their goddess, their jubilant faces illuminated by the newly created stars.

Their soft glow penetrated the darkness and drove it away from Mistica to the furthest reaches of this Universe, where to this day it remains confined. The Misticans were free to work and play past dusk, the twinkling lights above keeping watch over them. Never again was another claimed by the darkness, and, whether intentional or not, Pandoria had once more saved her precious children.

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