The Nomads who wander the sands tell the story of the valley, and it goes a little something like this……….
Long ago there was a young man, he roamed the Valley of the Sun with the love of a million worlds. He danced, he sang, he played, he was one with the earth and the earth respected him. One day the man comes across a village of people, they at first loved the young man, his charisma, his stature. They celebrated his songs and sang his praises. He was a god among them. He fell in love….
The father of the young girl he loved did not approve. She was betrothed to another. The young man grew angry and screamed to the gods to give him the strength to strike down this fool who stood in the way of love.
With a single stroke, the young man beat down the father with his fist, and behind that fist came the wrath of fire, fire from the elemental plane. A hole was torn between the worlds.
In the days following, the young man was engulfed in flame, burning everything that he touched, scorching the land and opening the rift larger, and larger.
He reached out one day to touch his one love, hoping that her embrace would end his plight and save the valley. But she would not come near, afraid of death and what her love had become.
Enraged, the young man went through the valley and burned all he saw. Turning the fertile soil into harsh sand, dunes everywhere.
When he was done, he returned to his love. He asked one more time for her aid, but she was more furious than ever. The young man exploded in anger, allowing elementals, salamanders and all the other creatures of the elemental plane of fire to come and walk our lands.
It is said at that moment, the young girl slit her wrists, spilling her blood on the sand, and her one tear, shed for all of humanity, opened a gate to the plane of water to cancel the young man’s rage. Her tear dug deep into the sand, and the great Ma’alhaya that sits in the desert and gives us the waters of life that we drink so deep.
But that’s just their myth….