"Elar-Colindo enai ennas, Elenda-Arato. Mi tenmarya enai calamakla, Mirlome edrai aya maklasundo; collai ne lenderya sanda, ar Miramurea enai mito."

"The Bearer of Stars was there, the Champion of Twilight. In his right hand was a shining sword, the Jewel of Dusk mounted upon the sword-hilt; carried on his left a shield, and the Jewel of Dawn was in it."

In the days of my ancestors, the Star-Child (Elenisi) had come to the earth. In her line was imbued the essence of Twilight, for she was the Twilight. Many years passed after her fading from this earth, some silent and some filled with turmoil. Whether peace or strife coursed over the lands, however, the line of Elenisi continued.

The day arrived when Bijan, the grandson of Dimanji the Warrior, was filled with the Inspiration of Twilight. The next day, a boy no more aged than eleven years approached the home of Bijan, bringing with him a blessed tale.

The young boy, whose name was never discovered, told Bijan of twin stars that would fall to the earth near the mountains north of his home. The first star would arrive just as the Sun was laid to rest, and the second star would land near its brother while the Moon surrendered the sky once again. He continued his tale, noting that the event would take place two weeks hence.

Bijan took up his armor and left his home with the boy as his guide to where the stars would meet the earth once again. The journey to the mountains was long, and arduous, and the new companions were pressed for time. They came at last to their destination after the Sun had risen and fallen thirteen times. Exhausted, the aged hero and the youthful child rested before gathering wood for their fire from a nearby forest. After having eaten, they relaxed and set their eyes upon the sky.

The Sun was moving slowly to meet the horizon and the Moon was well into the sky when a faint twinkling caught their eyes. As they watched, the shimmering grew brighter, moving more quickly toward the earth that stretched out between where their fire burned and where the mountains rose swiftly into darkening clouds. A moment later, the blazing orb disappeared behind the nearest peak and then the earth shook violently for several minutes.

Amazed, Bijan's eyes grew wide and he inhaled sharply. He began to stand, fully intent upon collecting what could only have been the first fallen star, but the boy shook his head quickly and said, "The time is not arrived for embracing thy destiny, heroic Bijan."

Though his mouth opened, as though to speak, Bijan could not form the words of a retort and instead simply returned to his relaxed state. He did not understand why the boy seemed so certain, but his desire to question him soon faded. Bijan found sleep easily, lulled by the gentle breezes and chittering sounds of night creatures.

In the last hour of twilight, before the full glory of the Sun would shine over the land, Bijan awoke and sat upright. Looking upward, he saw that the second star was already making its descent, and he waited with anticipation. Just as the Sun's light spread over the eastern horizon, the star vanished behind the nearest mountain and set the earth to trembling once more. Instinctively, Bijan stayed himself and waited for the boy to be ready to move forward.

As the Sun rose over the land, filling it with the light of day, the young boy stood to his feet and looked expectantly toward Bijan. Smiling, he nodded and began to walk toward the nearest mountain. With anxious anticipation, Bijan rose and walked with shortened strides, allowing the boy to lead him.

Within the hour, the two had made their way around the bottom of the peak and saw a small crater in the earth. Carefully, they made their way into the crater, and heat surrounded them. The boy stretched forth one hand and pointed, and Bijan followed the line to where a dim glow pulsated in the center of the crater.

"Thy stars await thee, Bijan," the voice was soft, awe-inspiring. Bijan moved forward wordlessly, hesitantly approaching the glow.

Nearing it, he saw that the glow surrounded two rocks, each one about the size of his own fist. 'Stars,' he scoffed to himself, 'they look like pieces of granite.' The boy shot a disdainful glare at him, shaking his head, and Bijan was ashamed. He reached toward the small star fragments and winced as their heat seared his hands, but took them up nonetheless and placed them into a pouch prepared by the boy.

Smiling, the boy gave Bijan two final instructions, and then began walking northward alone. Without explanation, Bijan understood that the boy had completed his task, and had nothing further to offer. Saddened, but determined, Bijan returned home.

Upon returning home, Bijan gave instructions to the most skilled smith of his land. He then met with a jeweler of legendary talent and gave him the two stones, without explaining their origins, with a set of instructions for them as well. When both of the workers had finished the tasks set to them, they gathered with Bijan together in his hall to present the products of their labor.

Bijan smiled as he saw the excellently crafted sword and brazen shield, but was left in awe when the jeweler presented what had appeared to be mere stones. Each of the stones had been shaped and polished, and were now beautiful gems of violet hue which were brilliant and lustrous. The first he named Mirlome, Jewel of Dusk; the second, Miramurea, Jewel of Dawn.

The first gem was made to be a pommel stone, and was mounted upon the hilt of the sword. The second was sunk into the center of the shield and its color reflected across the polished metal. Bijan brandished the sword and its blade sang softly as he held it. This he named Maklalome, the Sword of Dusk. He then took up the shield and the jewel upon it blazed protectively. This he named Sandamurea, the Shield of Dawn.

All present in the hall at that moment heard a voice, soft and melodic, yet with a distinct authority. That voice spoke commandingly as an aura of light surrounded Bijan, "Harken, my Children, and know your protector is come. The Bearer of Stars, the Champion of Twilight, stands here. He and his line are blessed and will keep watch o'er my Children until Mirlome and Miramurea do fade."

Bijan and his sons protected the children of the stars for many generations, until the fateful day when the grandson of Bijan's son was caught in fierce battle and was slain. His most trusted page fled from the fight with the sword and shield, fearful that they might fall into the hands of the enemy. Their resting place is unknown, and those of Bijan's line do seek the heirlooms of their family, that they might be placed into the hands of the next Champion of Twilight.