Hatil

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Hatil is the goddess of the sky and the wind. She is the mother of all birds, as well as the mother of the Hatilun. She represents hope, freedom, and prosperity.

## Appearance

Hatil takes the form of a beautiful young woman with long golden hair, and golden eyes that shine like the sun. She has two pairs of massive white wings, and wears a crown of white feathers on her head.

## History

Long ago, when the world was still young, a beautiful girl was born from rays of sunlight. She was called Hatil. She sat in a field amongst beautiful white flowers and soft grass. But above her was nothing but gray. She gazed into the sky of gray, longing for it to hold the same beauty as everything around her. Hatil thought that if she could go there, she could turn the sky beautiful. So she gathered up flower petals and blades of grass, and wove them together into a pair of wings. She strapped them onto her back, and wished to fly. Slowly she was lifted off the ground, and began to soar into the sky. She began to laugh and cheer, and the sky began to change. As she flew, shades of blue, pink, and gold began to light up the sky. And as she laughed, shining silver wisps of air began to appear.

Hatil opened her eyes and saw how beautiful the sky had become, and now wished she had someone to share it with. She carefully took a soft piece of a cloud, and formed it into a little white bird, giving it wings to match her own. With Hatil’s own breath, the bird came to life, excitedly flitting around its master. She named the bird Enli. Satisfied with her creation, she began to make more. She made hundreds of birds in all shapes and sizes and colors. At last, Hatil had many friends with which to share her beautiful sky. She gave a sigh and flapped her wings, and a gentle breeze began to blow. She built herself a palace of clouds, where she would live from then on.

Soon, Hatil discovered a cruel reality: she was immortal, her birds were not. Her dear friends began to die. The mourning goddess would take their limp bodies and try to breathe life back into them, but alas, death was not hers to control. So she went to Death himself. In his palace of ash and smoke, she dropped to her knees and began to cry, begging him to return her friends to her. But Death would not obey her request. Instead, he knelt by the young goddess’ side and told her of the eternal cycle of life and death, how all life must end, for new life to begin.

“Even in death,” he said, “there is beauty to be found.”

Hatil had brought with her the body of one of her birds. Death carefully took the bird into his hands and removed its gold feathers. He formed the feathers into a little crown, and placed it upon Hatil’s head, then handed her a mirror so she could see herself. She thought it was beautiful after all.

Hatil returned home, and from then on, each time one of her birds died, she took its feathers and wove them into her own wings. When her beloved Enli eventually died, she turned his feathers into a beautiful gown.

Many years later, Hatil found herself lonely once again. She wanted others to see all her beautiful creations. She wanted to share her beautiful world with others. From clouds and sunlight and the goddess’ own breath, she created the Hatilun: a race of people created in her image, each one with golden hair and golden eyes that shone like the sun. She gifted them with a portion of her powers over the wind and sky, as well as wings and feathered crowns. She gave them temples and blessed their lands