Silnar Nirano, a nature mage possessed by a salamander god, found themselves haunted by their mother's promises. They had always been told that she would return soon, and they would all live forever. These assurances echoed in Silnar's mind, mingling with a sense of foreboding that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Despite the disdain that now tainted those memories, Silnar couldn't help but cling to the hope that their mother would return and fulfill her promises. Yet, deep down, they couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

"Mother said she'd return quick. Mother said we'd be gone within hours. Mother said we could live forever," Silnar murmured, their voice dripping with disdain.

Tossing and turning in a bed of vines and leaves, Silnar faced away from their nine brothers and twelve sisters, who lay scattered across the room's floor in various stages of development. Even though they were all in this together, they felt the crushing weight of responsibility pressing down on them, a burden they could not share.

"But Mother lies," Silnar whispered into their dreams.

"Time is on hold till the children are born. Origins of the first life they will become. Catalyst for Mother, their destiny strung," Silnar once declared during the Dinner of the Twelve, their title as the Summoner of Silence holding great significance in their family's hierarchy.

Growth begged with lies Whispered in dreams False promise kept Life endless seen

Silnar's days were spent exploring the depths of their nature magic, honing their abilities under the watchful eye of the salamander god that had taken up residence within them. They were a conduit for the god's power, and as the eldest of their siblings, they were tasked with the monumental duty of resurrecting their mother, who would rule over all as their queen.

As the years passed, Silnar's control over their magic grew, and their connection to the salamander god deepened. They could feel the god's desires coursing through their veins, its hunger for power growing stronger each day. The god demanded more and more from Silnar, pushing them to their limits, and Silnar knew that their time was running out.

Meanwhile, Silnar's brothers and sisters continued to grow, their own abilities blossoming under Silnar's tutelage. They were a formidable force, united by their shared goal and bound by their unwavering loyalty to their mother. Yet, as the day of their mother's resurrection drew nearer, Silnar could sense the tension building within their family, as doubt and fear began to creep into their hearts.

At last, the fateful day arrived. Silnar and their siblings gathered in the sacred grove, where they would perform the ritual to resurrect their mother. The air was thick with anticipation and anxiety, as they joined hands and began to chant the ancient words that had been passed down through the generations.

The earth trembled beneath their feet, and the sky roared above them, as their voices rose in a crescendo. The power of the salamander god surged through Silnar, threatening to consume them, but they held on, determined to see their mother once more.

As the ritual reached its climax, a brilliant flash of light erupted from the center of the grove, and when it faded, their mother stood before them, her eyes filled with an unsettling darkness.

"My children," she whispered, her voice a haunting melody that sent shivers down their spines. "You have done well."

Silnar could feel the salamander god stirring within them, its satisfaction at their mother's resurrection palpable. Yet, as they gazed upon their mother, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, it became clear that their mother was not the benevolent ruler they had hoped for. Instead, she ruled with an iron fist, her heart seemingly consumed by darkness. Silnar and their siblings found themselves questioning the path they had taken, wondering if they had made a grave mistake in resurrecting their mother.

As the salamander god's influence continued to grow within Silnar, they began to contemplate the possibility of defying their mother and the god that dwelled within them. But the prospect of turning against their family and betraying the very being that granted them power filled them with dread.

One fateful night, as Silnar lay in their bed of vines and leaves, they made a silent vow to themselves. They would find a way to save their family, to free them from their mother's grasp and the salamander god's influence. Even if it meant sacrificing everything they held dear, they would do whatever it took to protect their brothers and sisters and restore the balance that had been shattered by their mother's resurrection.

The road ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but Silnar Nirano, the Summoner of Silence, was resolute in their quest to save their family and put an end to the darkness that threatened to consume them all. As they whispered their vow into the night, a renewed sense of purpose filled their heart, and they knew that, somehow, they would find a way to set things right.