When the earth was younger, the goddess of the sun found herself with child, similar to the ways that mortals birth. Aravel’s joy was supported by other gods, celebrating through song and dance, and a time of peace and plenitude filled the land.
At long last, it was time for Aravel’s child to be born. The other goddesses showered her in flowers with excitement, for the birth of a god in the mortal way was quite rare. The god assisting Aravel in her labor was Reghasting, acting as a midwife to bring the child into the world–as was usual, he wore his twin gauntlets, one that could craft great evil, and one that could craft great good. It was a quick delivery, but all of the sudden, as Reghasting held the newly born god in his hands, Twiggle appeared behind him proclaiming “Reghasting! I’ve got your hammer again!”.
Immediately distracted to search for his hammer, Reghasting’s hands slipped and his gauntlet split the child into a son and daughter. In a fit of anger at what had occurred, Reghasting challenged Twiggle to a duel and fought the other god while still holding Aravel’s daughter. Suddenly, thunder roared and rain poured down as a lightning bolt hurtled down from the skies and struck the boy, providing the perfect opportunity for Twiggle to escape before the other gods could catch him.
Aravel, still seeing the birth of her children as a joyous day, encouraged the others to not dwell on what Twiggle had done, but rather focus on the new god and goddess brought into the world. And so the Twain came to be.