Enchanted by the form of woman and the same form taken by the sisters of night and day, the Goddess made her third child woman also, and from the highest perch of Elysium, prayed that Maegard could make her whole. From her hand, She let her daughter fall, downward through the skies. The angels, creatures who had risen from Her lifeblood and ascended to Her side, to breathe fire upon the silence-eaters that remained within the sky, pulled together the thickest of the flying clouds and brought them to where the daughter fell. They caught her and each sacrificed to her their first memory, that of the breath of the sweetest air of the world. From this, the daughter’s mind rose from darken slumber and took her second breath, and it filled her form, overcoming her with a brightness to give her beauty.
Pleased for company in the second sky, Sonn granted the falling daughter a gift: she gave her wings made from the first ribbons of Dawn-light, so there she could ascend back to Elysium and join her Great Mother. There, the daughter stood and bowed before the Goddess as she had first desired. Kissing her head and both of her cheeks, the Goddess rejoiced and named her daughter there as Ilmatar, and for the joys she had from flight amongst the clouds, desired her to be Goddess of Skies and Air.
There remained now two, the deformed children of the Goddess, of all Her creatures, they were the two She could not love. One more daughter She had desired, and this child She carried to the edge of the world and sat down between the mountains, her pale feet hanging down, above the roiling Nightmare Sea. She had taken this child to all corners of Her new domain, hoping that She would see the world and come alive; but She did not.
“What have I but despair?” asked She. “Thou lives, yet thou art not alive. Thou art not in my image nor my likeness, thus I know not. Thou art maimed, an abortion of what My foulest Brother and Lord would not grant Me, for I was to have nobody but Him and was to lose all honour but devotion to His company. So it shall be, I release thee unto His care.”
And so the Goddess let Her last daughter fall, down to the darkest place, into Irkalla. Triumphant, Chaos reached up His hands to take the daughter and to torment her in vengeance for the crimes of His loving, loved sister, whilst the silence-eaters watched her descent and craved for her holy flesh. The daughter sank beneath the waves, engulfed by the agonies of her Mother’s soul that She had imprisoned below to look upon never again. The black waters swirled around her and Chaos came near, holding her tightly in His grasp, His lips on hers to push Darkness deeper inside her soul. But in the slumber of the womb, this daughter had been most loved by She, first learning to speak to the Goddess in Her dreams. So in Her joy, the Goddess had gifted the daughter and forgotten so when She awoke. She had said the words:
“Child whom I so love, thou speaks to Me and feels a part of Me, the purest of all I carry. So I shalt rule when thou is born that none shalt have ye but I, thou shalt remain a maid, a true goddess untouched by those who will follow. They shalt revere ye, and they shalt want ye, but have ye they shalt not. So I gift thee now Mine own grace so that thou may resist all advances upon ye, and from your light, all shalt be blind.”
It was this grace that lit within the daughter, abhorring the touch of Chaos and awakening to push him away; so the fourth daughter lived. A light shone from within her and pushed Chaos back, screaming, to the edges of Irkalla. As the daughter breathed in and swallowed the sea, a black sea serpent entered her and nested in her body. This serpent’s name was Qani, and had once belonged on the head of a fearsome creature where serpents grew in hundreds. Having not a mouth, the creature commanded that the serpents devour the flesh of dying monsters, but had lost its head and all its serpents in battle. Qani slipped down the daughter’s throat to fiendishly devour her heart, but upon reaching it, was awed by the grace that shone from within. Its skin turned white and its soul made pure, Qani wrapped itself around her heart for warmth deep within her chest.
This grace had made the daughter pure, the hair from her head the most blinding and beautiful white, burning alive all the monsters craving her flesh. The sea for a moment was also turned pure, and flooded into her veins and her pulse, giving her command of it. So the daughter swam up and burst out from the tide, surging up towards the world, taking hold of the Goddess’ hanging foot, lifted up by She onto the mountainside. There, the Goddess looked upon Her daughter and proudly named her Amadahy, the child pure in soul and Goddess of all-waters.