Dranoa
Inside this new creation was an evil that had not been visited upon the world of Dranoa, it was the darkness of Oilevert. As Taern saw the evil that lay in man's heart, he also saw that there was the opportunity for greatness. Inside man's soul was both light and dark, good and evil. Life and Death.
Feeling another darkness, a greater darkness approaching, Taern prepared himself to face his brother. The sky darkened, and the earth blackened as the Lord of Death arrived.
"I trust that you find my gift acceptable my brother," these last words were spat out of his mouth.
"You think that you have visited destruction upon this world, but you forget that my children took part in their creation as well. Man is not pure evil, he is a balance of our powers. I will watch them and help them grow to serve life, so your gift does not cause me any harm Oilevert."
"Do not speak to me as if you know me. I am no longer the one I once was. I am no longer Oilevert, I am Droka. I am the God of Darkness and Death. I too will watch mankind, but I will seduce them with my power. They will serve me. They will destroy you."
With that Droka flew off to cause more harm upon this world.
The four children of Taern, now realizing what they had created decided that they must destroy man, destroy it before it destroyed life itself. But Taern forbade them, saying that even man, with half of it's heart darkness deserved life.
Taern now turned back to his grandchildren, the dragons. He charged them with protecting man, and guiding him to the light. The dragons, everyone swore that they, and their decendance would honor their charge, honor it with their life.
And here ends the age of Creation.