The Writers' Circle

When the spell of Helava was cast over the land of Anare many believed the visions to be false, for they loved Anare and therefore cast the spell from themselves. Nevora feeling betrayed by Anare sought out the visions and dwelt long hours among them. There beauty and complexity drawing him further into the spell of Helava. Having a love of music and art and all things creative he began to believe the visions of Helava to be more real than that of Anare. For, within the center of his creative mind the spell of Helava was planted, and for a time Novora was lost and cast out to the land of Insona to dwell with the lost ones. For many days he dwelt within this place, the visions of Helava obscuring any possible escape. 
Holaya having dominion over Insona, as the last dwelling place, took pity on Nevora and cast the spell of Helava from him. Upon being released from the spell he gazed upon Holaya, the vision of beauty he had been seeking. Nevora and Holaya departed to the far south of Anare and dwelt long years among the wondrous gardens there. But, deep within Nevora the seed of Helava lay dormant. Long years Helava waited, until Holaya was with child. Believing that Nevora was truly free of the spell, she turned her gaze upon the child. Nevora seeing the spark of Arda within the child's eyes, and believing the child to be one of the chosen ones, sought to impart upon him the spark of his creative wisdom. Upon doing so he watered the seed within. Helava seeing that his time had come sent Mora to ensnare Nevora once more. 
As the years passed the child grew. During this time Mora cast a growing spell within the creative mind of Nevora, obscuring his increasing insanity. Holaya seeing what Helava had done felt betrayed by Nevora and banished him to the land of the ancient ones far to the north. Wondering throughout this frozen realm he sought the wisdom of the ages to release him from his damnation. Within the writing of the great wizard Nobor, of which he understood but a little, he was able to loosen the grip of Mora. Believing he was free and wishing to gaze upon the eyes of his son he began the long journey south.
In the land of Flora the rain had come to obscure the tears of Nevora, for he saw that Holaya had found another. Within his despair he retreated to the dark places of the land, were Helava awaited to ensnare him. From out of the darkness Decana was released, his most powerful demon. Night after night the demon came drawing Nevora deeper and deeper into the land of Ada where for many the only release is death. Each morning within the growing light of dawn Nevora would cry out in despair, over the false ecstasy of Docana.  For the memory of the light of Arda in his sons eyes kept him from falling out of the land of Anare, for within that light the angel of Nod appeared, telling Nevora of the secret wisdom that would release him from the grip of Helava forever. He was told that within the wisdom of Nobor the secret had been found, to gaze within yourself and see the possibilities of your actions, of the past, present, and future, for there within the magic lies. When Nevora heard this he wept from the visions he saw.  His tears washing away the seed of Helava.  At this he sought the gaze of Arda and was released.