One afternoon as Loriena, Orina, Lumemora and Elma bathed in the pools in the middle of the great wood, they attracted the attention of the sons of the sun as they herded the great everbeasts of the heavens. These were Argaroth, Argos, Bogcrow, and Pyrel, the four great sons of fire.
In haste, the four descended the sky in flashes of golden light upon their fiery steed, but I would not have the undying feast upon the flesh of my own. Therefore I sent them away and hid my daughters in the caves. There they remained away from the sight of the undying and from their unquenchable fire.
However, the commander of the heavens sent rain upon the land. With the earth softened, mother earth used her trickery yet again and brought up anthills from her form. Out of them sprang up my daughters transformed, each bearing four great wings gifted by the white ants.
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