The Song of Corellon and the Birth of Magic

Though many interpretations of this story exist, the following is generally accepted by Elven and Eladrin scholars alike, although many Drow dissent to the speculation that Corellon’s intentions were not somehow linked to Lolth’s ambitions.

They say Corellon sat by a stream, looking at the fading sunlight glistening off the flowing water.

The world was young. The spirits flew about him, not knowing or not caring that a god sat there. There was no magic in the world.

Corellon looked above and saw the war in the skies. He saw the turmoil, the trouble, the struggles that would come to pass on the mortal plane in time.

He held his hand down to feel the cool water. It flowed through his fingers, and just like the spirits it neither knew nor cared that he was a god. He let a part of him become mortal to feel what the Eldan felt, to know how water was their sustenance, and why they should worship it alongside himself.

He understood that the Eldan would respect his gift, at least for a while. He was content to let his gift in to the world, to let magic flow as water through the planes of existence.

He stood behind the stream and began to sing to the Eldan:

When you hear these words
Know the water flows
When you see the gleaming lights
Know the water flows.

If you take my humble gift
Know it flows to you
If you see the flames abound
Know it flows to you.

While you sleep and ease your mind
Know the river’s still
While the signs and lore appear
Know the river’s still

Be at one with what you do
Know the rushing tides
Be the guardian of the world
Know the rushing tides.

See the lands torn apart
Know the water’s might
See the misers, fools, and thieves
Know the water’s might.

Give the gift to those who see
Know the calming stream
Give the burden, give the faith
Know the calming stream

Know the water flows
Know it flows to you
Know the river’s still
Know the rushing tides
Know the water’s might
Know the calming stream
Know the water
Know the arcane.

When Corellon stopped singing, two worlds had appeared next to the earth on which he stood. One had been born out of the bright, rushing stream, and Corellon named it the Feywild, and called it a refuge for the Eldan in times of need. The other bore the weight of a dead mire, and Corellon did not look upon that world.

The first Eldan who sat at the god’s feet asked to be tutored in the ways of the arcane, and Corellon taught the first mystics of the race. But he did not wish to tarry longer in the world, for it held darkness that displeased him. And so he departed for the Feywild, to mold that world as he saw fit, to make it completely in his image.

And so the first sages taught magic, and could glimpse the things, both wondrous and terrible, that it would bring in time…

The Song of Corellon and the Birth of Magic

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