In the beginning, four sisters were born. They knew not light nor darkness, heat nor cold, as the world was empty. They knew only each other, and the voice that created them. The voice spoke to them saying that they were to use the world around them to build civilization. And so it gave to them each a gift, and along with the gift, it gave them their names.

To the first, the tallest, it gave the name Tiraa. It gave to her the gift of curiosity, and Tiraa would grow to be curious and wonder of things amazing. She would learn by teaching herself and experimenting with new things. Tiraa would eventually use her curiosity to create magic and use it to amaze her sisters. And all was well.

To the second it gave the name Vaimari, for she was fair. The gift it gave to her was of creativity, and Vaimari would grow to be creative and form ideas and thoughts in her mind. Vaimari would eventually use her creativity to remember her thoughts and ideas by writing them down on paper and stone to show her sisters. And all was well.

To the third was given the name Aireb, for she was strong. Its gift to her was of ingenuity, and Aireb would grow to be ingenious and build things with her hands and construct great works. Aireb would eventually use her ingenuity to make machines and use then to help her sisters. And all was well.

To the youngest was given the name Ruthena. Her gift was of understanding. Ruthena used her understanding to learn. She learned how Aireb made her machines. She learned how Vaimari wrote her words. She learned how Tiraa performed her magic. Ruthena even began to learn how to combine the gifts of her sisters. But now all was not well.

Growing vain with their accomplishments and proud with their gifts, the four sisters quarreled with one another. Tiraa would use her magic to destroy Aireb's machines. Aireb would use her machines to ruin Vaimari's words. Vaimari would use her words to stop Tiraa's magic. And Ruthena would trick them all into doing it again. The four sisters only got angrier and angrier with each other until one day it could go on no longer.

The sisters fighting had turned violent. Wind rushed from Aireb's machines. Earth trembled from Vaimari's words. Water flowed from Tiraa's magic. And when they met, Ruthena stepped in and stopped the fighting. Using the gifts she had learned from her sisters, she had made fire. She told her sisters that if they did not stop fighting she would unleash the fire on the world. But when they stopped, Ruthena unleashed the fire anyway. The sisters were swept away by the fire, each sent flying to a distant place beyond the world. And the fire consumed the whole world, and left it scorched. Then did the shadows come and wrap the world in their embrace, holding it until it had healed.

When the world emerged from the shadows, and life sprang forth upon it, the sisters were gone. They remain disappeared, somewhere beyond where the eye or the mind can see, in places only poets and madmen know. The sisters, the first four queens, were lost to the void.