In the beginning there was nothing, then the Universe was born from the dream of the first Storyteller. The dream was a beautiful, abundant world filled with life. But the dream had a tear, a small hole from which burst a nightmare. Death spread across the world and the Storyteller was forced to separate the dream and the nightmare into two worlds and create Gods, the Sun and the Moon, to rule over them. The Moon was a patient and thoughtful leader. She ensured that magic in her world thrived by the passing on of knowledge through generations, as a result her world progressed slowly but successfully. The Sun had a different approach to ruling his world. He looked only to the future, forging ahead no matter the cost. His magic burned far brighter than the Moon's as civilizations rose and fell, their knowledge lost to time. Before long, his magic burned out. He gave the last of his Magic to the Moon so they could create a daughter who could take his place and laid down for his final rest.
Secluded to the Seelie realm until she reached adulthood, the daughter of the Sun must come down to Earth to find a mortal with the potential of becomming her Moon.