There was once a merchant from the Glacier Port. The merchant sought greatness in wealth and would travel every third day to the Central Shores, bringing his humble wares in tow.
The merchant would then barter for the full day, exchanging words with customers and blows to thieves, only to begin his return home with a number of Opals that he could count on one hand.
"This will never do!" He proclaimed, glaring at his hollow coin pouch. "I will be old and shattered before ever making it to the ranks of the well-bred!"
And then an idea came to him. He counted his earnings once more. Then again. His scowl slicked into a devilish grin. Before even reaching the bridge between the Central Shores and his home, he turned his vessel around.
With his earnings, difficult as it may be, he would find himself a meteorite to hatch into the next heir of Aysu's Temple. The world could not deny his child of wealth, should they hold the power to commune with spirits. In turn, his child would be indebted to him, and they would gift to him all of the Opals and coins the people offered for their blessing.
And so, with his meager bag of earnings, the merchant found himself a meteorite. The small stone pulsed in his hands, and he could sense its hunger. But in order for the meteorite to grow into an heir, they needed power; they could not be raised as a regular Safiran.
So the merchant found himself the deepest canyon and threw the meteorite down below. A crash sounded upon its landing. For a moment, he feared it shattered. How could he afford another one? But then he reaized he should not care: he needed the strongest of Safirans to fill the role.
So, assuming the heir-to-be was still well after the fall, he left the canyon on a journey. The merchant traveled across the islands, gathering beasts of all shapes and sizes: from the mellow Selkie Beast, to the powerful Griffin, to the death defying Phoenix. After each beast was captured, he threw it down into the pit to be absorbed by the meteorite.
"Grow fast, grow mighty!" He would shout into the abyss below, before leaving the child alone.
The merchant continued on for a decade without rest, his frame shriveling and his fractures losing their luster, until a return on a night at the precipice of spring.
It was this day he returned after an unsuccessful hunt for a Gniff Dragon, bringing with him only a meager shrew. Although pathetic, the offering would be better than nothing, but upon approaching the pit, a perculiar sight awaited him. The pit was no longer there, where instead, a pristine sheet of soil filled its place.
This enraged the merchant: who dare bury his investment? How would the meteorite grow now? Must he dig it the out?
In his tizzy of anger, the merchant dropped the shrew, which immediately fled across the burried pit. But the shrew made it no further than a few meters before suddenly the earth began to quake.
The merchant forgot all as the ground erupted into the sky before him, piercing through the clouds and into the heavens. The force flung him backwards and shrilled a horrible sound of stone against stone.
When the merchant recovered and opened his eyes, the sheer that was once a pit was now an entire mountain. He looked on in the baffled sort of way a child stares at a coin trick, his observations growing like an infinite scarf from the magician's sleeve.
The longer he watched the mountain, the more creatures he began to see. At the base, a Rok Guardian slumbered; around the peak, flocks of phoenixes soared; through the veins burrowed Krilli with their million legs. Every beast sacrificed to the meteorite was now a part of the mountain.
The merchant had succeeded in creating the most powerful Safiran. It was a Safiran so strong, it could not be tamed nor bothered with the trivial nature of Safirans. The merchant had created the Sweetheart Summit.