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Abridged Summary of the children's Song of the Dawn, English Translation

In very ancient times, the unpurified, tribal ancestors of the Apophrian people were driven from their lands by all manner of war, strife, and calamity. Pushed ever northward into increasingly cold, inhospitable lands, many perished, taken by hunger, by the cold, and by the war-like peoples that dwelt in those savage lands, they were much reduced when, at last, they were compelled to flee across the land bridge that is no more, into the uttermost dark and cold of the primal north. Deprived of the vegetation that formed their livelihood, and only moderately acclimated to fishing and the hunting of the dangerous game that populated the north, the pre-Apophrians cursed the animistic totems that had abandoned them to despair, privation, and fear. They cried out in their hearts and with desperate voices for a god of abundance, of joy, and of ease to deliver them from their suffering. And the Great High Spirit heard them.

His descent was first felt by the pre-Apophrians, as the hand of his spirit was felt in their hearts and souls, and in the suffusion of their bodies. The living light of his majesty took its rest within them, soothing their souls and filling them with the joy of his partiality. So too did their bodies abandon their weakness, and their corrupted shapes, adopting instead the sacred form pleasing and reflecting the uncorrupt Sovereign One. Rising in height so that they would tower over their foes, yet they bowed to the earth before the God of Apophria, kissing the holy ground with the maws of dragons, and clutching it with claws from their trembling awe. It was then that Aaipophrekai, the hallowed soul of our race, descended from on high. Perfectly balanced and beautiful was he, of tyrian scales that shown with inner light, and his prismatic robe caught his inner light and shown it upon the scales of the Apophrians. Upon his head was a crown of majesty, in his right hand a shepherd's crook, and in his left a scepter of dominion, all in iridescent gold.

In his presence the stormy clouds that shrouded the land in perpetual darkness dispersed, and the light of the skies was as that in the far south, casting aside the snow, and round about where his feet touched the ground, the rocky ground was softened into fertile soil, and swiftly brought forth fruit and grain of all goodly varieties. And our Great God King delivered our ancestors from despair, and their women he took as maidservants, and their men he took as menservants, who worshiped him with great reverence. Apophria was fruitful and multiplied, and no Apophrian is without descent from our Everlasting Lord. This tale has been told to the children of Apophria for millennia, and the Mighty One reigns over us still.