In the ageless dawn, before the first sunrise kissed the newborn world, walked Gaea'Telmon, the Eldest, the Weaver of Light. His eyes, pools of celestial fire, gazed upon the nascent realm – a canvas yet to be painted. Yet, a shadow stirred within the heart of creation, a nascent darkness that threatened to engulf the fragile light.
Troubled, Gaea'Telmon ascended the highest peak, where the celestial forge burned with the white-hot essence of Eltheran itself. With a resolute sigh, he reached for a single golden lock from his radiant mane, a strand that shimmered with the very light of creation. Severing it caused no pain, for Gaea'Telmon was the embodiment of sacrifice.
He plunged the lock into the molten heart of Eltheran. The forge roared in defiance, a celestial storm brewing within its fiery belly. But Gaea'Telmon held firm, his will resolute. Slowly, the essence of Eltheran intertwined with his divine hair, a symphony of light and molten gold.
With a gesture both powerful and graceful, Gaea'Telmon drew forth the nascent blade. It pulsed with an ethereal light, a counterpoint to the raw power of Eltheran. He tempered it in the celestial winds, his voice chanting an ancient song, a melody woven from the fabric of creation itself.
As the blade cooled, it took on a form both elegant and deadly – an Aelanna-thali, a Light Blade of Cutting Edge. Its golden surface shimmered with an inner fire, a reflection of Gaea'Telmon's own celestial essence.
"This blade," he declared, his voice echoing through the nascent world, "is forged from the light of creation and the unwavering spirit of sacrifice. It shall be a beacon against the encroaching darkness, a testament to the enduring power of Eltheran."
And thus, the Aelanna-thali came into being, a weapon imbued with the power of the divine, destined to be wielded by the chosen ones, the Alwyn-Touched, forever guardians of the light.