Once there was a valley nestled between the mountains.  Here lived a settlement of humans, who had been ravaged for ages past in bloody wars.  Wars with the dubhaimid that lived in the dark caverns of the nearby mountains.

 Some fifty years ago, a champion of light was delivered to the human settlers, who led them to bloody victory over the dubhaimid champion of shadow.  As it had been for countless ages, both fell in battle, but prophesied that they would return in another life to lead their people to victory in the endless skirmish.

 On this day in the human village was born a child of perfect blond hair and eyes as blue as the sky.  The parents smiled at each other, knowing what this meant.  The child was ferried to the local temple to undergo, "The Test".

 That same night, deep in the mountains, a pupae hatched from an egg of blackest midnight.  The Fiends that watched over the hatchery grunted, knowing what this meant.  The pupae was hurried to the shaman for "The Test".

 As the sun rose over the human village, the priest of the temple held the necklace of Macha up to the light of dawn.  A rainbow of light shone down upon the infant child, and the priest declared their hero had returned.

 The rays of the setting sun were reflected off obsidian stones deep within the mountains.  The pupae bathed in the light and emitted the purest of shadows, consuming all light in the room.  The shaman grunted, and proclaimed the dubhaimid champion had risen once more.

 The village of humans rejoiced for a full day, placing the child in a harness, supported by vines.  The priest of the temple drew water from the Holy Well and anointed the child, causing it to cry.  The parents wept, too, huddling together.

 Deep in the mountains the pupae was wrapped in various leaves and mud, while the shaman uttered chants over it.  The pupae was handed to a Cruel, who gingerly carried the pupae to the mouth of the caves and held it up high while he shouted a mighty bellow across the valley.

 The human celebration reached its climax as the chief of the town took the ceremonial Scythe and approached the child.  With one mighty swing, the vines were severed.  The infant, bound in the harness, fell into the Holy Well.  The crowd listened to the cries of the baby until the sploosh of water drowned the noise out, and snuffed the infant.

 High in the mountains, the Cruel finished its war cry and released the pupae, kicking it as it dropped.  The pupae shattered into guts and goo, and the Cruel returned into the caves.

 Both the Dubhaimid and the Humans continued to live on in peace by these means for ages and ages.  For they had learned a
 valuable lesson after hundreds of years of pointless, bloody wars....

 Destiny is what you make of it.