Rile's Betrayal of Man

    Young Findahl looked up at the night sky. He traced the stars with his fingers. First he traced a crude set of scales across the moon. He heard the door creak open behind him. He turned to see his father approaching him.
   “What are you doing son?” He asked taking a seat next to him in the grass. His father rested an arm around him, the weight of the man was more than Findahl could bear. He involuntarily slouched into his father.
   “I was tracing the Scales of Cenlore.” His father let loose a soft laugh.
   “How is that going for you Findahl?” The old man asked calmly.
   “It’s going well I guess, it can be hard to see all of the points because there are so many stars.” Findahl said squinting his eyes.
   “You know how those stars got there?” Findahl shook his head still staring in the sky.
   “It’s a long story, not one I have time to fully tell you before bed. Do you want the short version for now?” Findahl thought about it for a moment. His father watched him as his brows furrowed and his brain did the mental math. After what felt like forever to Findahl he decided he would want to hear a sneak peak.
   “Only if you promise to tell me the full story soon.” His father looked down at him, all of him covered in his father’s massive arm.
   “That sounds fair.” His father cleared his throat and then looked high into the sky.
   “You see, the stars above us. They were the toys of the gods. The Rile, the God of Shadow and Darkness, stole the stars from Wen, the God of Legends. They say that each star was a fable. Each Fable greater than the last, stories that were meant for man. Rile stole those stories from us and that is part of why Rile is hated by man and the other gods. We were robbed of something that was to be ours.” His father smiled and looked down at Findahl.
   “What would those stories have taught us.” Findahl asked, as he often did. A question for every story, at least one.
   “We learn much from the stories the gods have passed down to us. Think of all the lessons you have learned from my passing the legends of gods down to you.” Findahl thought about it, then nodded in agreement. Findahl snuggled into his father’s embrace.
   “Now let’s get inside. If I don’t get you to be soon, we will both be in hot water.”