The Legend of the Golden Gem Constellation

It was years ago— an era even before Rigel decided to create life here in Algebar. The so-called Primordials walked all around the cosmos. One of them was granted the opportunity to create a new star. They had already decided what kind of star it would be. From the energy gathered from a star remnant, he managed to amass enough to create a white star.

"Another white star?" A white star deity watched as the primordial created the star.

At a side of the primordial, a humanoid figure was taking shape. It had the appearance of a young man, about 15 years old, with silver hair and golden eyes. Beside the deity questioning the primordial, a female deity looked on. She held a bow in her right hand.

“Is it necessary to make another star?" the woman said. "I don't understand."
"And I don't understand your attitude," the Primordial remarked.

Finally, the newborn deity opened its eyes and looked around. It was the youngest deity, the most shiny one. At last, the Primordial created the constellation which he named the Golden Gem. In the middle would be the new star.

With the remnants left over from the star, a lunar deity was created. Her feminine appearance, silvery look, and delicate face drew attention. She was not the constellation's only moon, but she was the brightest and the most beautiful. This bothered the lunar deity of beauty.

"Apollo, Diana, you’ll be the guides, and they your apprentices," the Primordial said to the deities who had observed the birth of the new star and the new moon. With that, the Primordial vanished, leaving Apollo, the older twin of that binary star unit, in charge.

It particularly bothered the male deity, who looked at the new star with disdain. It was too similar to him. The only difference was that Apollo had a more androgynous appearance compared to this youthful star of masculine appearance, who also dressed in white with gold ornamentation.

"The star's name is Helios," the Primordial commented. "The lady, Selene. They are your younger siblings. That is all." said after pinting to the star twin deities.

Selene looked around the place—the stellar domain where she would begin to live and grow as a deity. She tried to walk but she tripped. To keep her from falling, Helios took her hand. Apollo and Diana observed a spark, a new remnant that separated from them.

"Damn it..." Apollo whispered. It was nothing new for two such different deities to touch so soon.

The moon began to have a unique, special glow. At the same time, from the union of both deities, a third deity began to take shape. In the middle of the siblings, a new deity opened its eyes. It was not stellar, nor lunar. It stood right between them.

"A Liminal Deity…” Diana remarked, surprised and curious.

The months became years and years into centuries. Legends say that Helios managed to acquire his own planetary system, which caused disputes with his siblings, especially Apollo. In that planetary system, they called him a god, the representative of the day. His sister they called the Moon Princess. To the surprise of the constellation's deities, the Threshold Deity was named Eos representing that moment when night fades and turns into day: the dawn.

And not only that. It was also among the stars chosen to help govern a civilization ruled by a blue star. It wasn't the only one to have such good fortune. Almost the entire constellation to which Helios belonged, ruled by the Primordial Hyperion, obtained that opportunity.

One of Algebar's most interesting legends is that Rigel is not the only ruler of this world. He is helped by an endless number of stellar, lunar, and liminal deities.

"Grandma..." Cristina asked. A certain fatigue and a desire to sleep were already evident in her, but she wanted to keep listening to her grandmother’s tales. "Are the stars the ones who truly rule Algebar?"

"Yes," Margarita replied with the same exhaustion as the little girl. "They are the ones who give life and make everything work."

"Are they the ones who give magic?" Cristina repeated. She closed her eyes and let herself be hugged by her grandmother, smiling.

"I don't know..."

There was a brief silence. Margarita could not confirm whether the witches' magic was a consequence of the stars, though she already had her suspicions. Imai, Helios, and the Splendor witches clan—the cause of her flight from South Cape... All of them were proper names of the stars that decorated the sky.

Margarita began to sing the Song of the Stars once more. For the first time in days, Cristina imitated her, and both began to sing together. The girl was tucked into bed, and her grandmother stopped singing. It was time to sleep.

Dawn arrived, and despite her fatigue and the desire to go back to sleep, Cristina woke up before sunrise. She thought of that legend. She had liked it, and above all, she had enjoyed the part of the story when Helios and the Moon helped each other: that way the dawn was born. Although she didn't fully understand the what does the word liminal mean, understood it was something that is and at the same time it isn't.

She began to sing. It was the first time she did it alone. She felt her grandmother's hand on her shoulder. Both smiled, and the song continued for a few more minutes.

"Grandma, I like to sing," Cristina concluded while eating breakfast. "I really like music, and I like the legend you told me."

Margarita smiled a little. She loved seeing her granddaughter smile and hold onto those childlike dreams.

"Remember, my dear Cristy," Margarita said, happy about what she heard. "Music is important, just like stories, dreams, and magic. Never forget that."