In Kymry the tale is told of how the sun came to be.
When the Kymru were but children of the world, the sky was ever dark, but the people were not frightened, for like the hunting-cat, they could see in darkness. They prowled over hill and valley, and hunted what they wished, for the beasts of the fields stumbled nearly blindly in the dark.
There came a man of a clan now long gone from Kymry, fair and strong and brave, but prideful. He had taken a lover and together they hunted deep into the woods, across the plains, swift as wind and sure as the blood of the heart. They were together always.
Came a swift deer with eyes that glowed of fire, taunting, and they set out after it. The prideful man thought it was the spirit of one he had defeated in race and battle, come seeking vengeance. The deer was both swift and cunning; through its trickery, the man and his lover were separated in the chase.
Then came a sound, a fall, a cry, then silence. The prideful man found his lover fallen from a great height, body broken, breathing his last breaths. As he held his lover close the prideful man saw the deer laughing at him. "Your love is lost in the dark," it said, and leapt away, vanishing as does a spirit when its time is done.
The man wept long, but the words of the deer ran through his head. "Lost in the dark," he repeated. He rose, setting his lover's body on a stone, then gathered wood and built a great fire. Its light and warmth shone over the valley, but still his lover's body was still and cold.
He gathered more wood and more, until the great forest of the west had been cut down and added to the fire, which was now tall as Flam-cadlus. All of Kymry could see it, and was warmed by it, and it burned and burned, and the people learned to see by it, and to be warmed by it.
But the man grew weary, and slept, and the fire went out; dark and cold returned, without stir from his lover. The people found they could no longer see by dark, nor keep warm in it. Stumbling and shivering they found the prideful man, and woke him in anger, insisting he tend the fire again.
He told them his tale, and that the fire had not worked, and he would not call it forth again. Desperate, the derudh called up the spirit of his lover; but he was angry, as spirits of those who died in pain are, and he chased the prideful man, menacingly, into the sky.
Even now, the spirit chases across the sky the prideful man who once was his lover, until the spirit grows weary of the chase. Then the prideful man builds up another fire, bringing light and warmth to Kymry, trying to bring his lover's spirit back to peace and life and love, until he is too weary, and the spirit returns to chase him again.
