Disclaimer: Any characters, place names or abilities recognized are from Forgotten Realms, in particular Elaine Cunninghan and Ed Greenwood. The rest is mine. And now to the story...
The Awakening of a Goddess
Here lies Olympus, a once beautiful place where all the avatars of the different people that make Faerun lives. Now a desolate place, where Cyric the Mad controls this barren land with Malar, the Great Hunter, and Maglubiyet, the leader of the goblinkin's gods, scouring the lands for those who opposed His rule.
Here lies Arvandor, a once great forest where trees grow good and is ruled with fairness by Lord Corellon and Lady Angharradh. Now a dark place ruled by the tyranny of Llolth, the spider-goddess of the drow, and the Darklord Corell, the former Lord Corellon, trying to destroy what is left of the elf-pantheon.
Here lies the Ashgrad, a once fair city where the avatars of humankind reigned as lords, where Tyr god of justice would welcome all deities from all pantheons. Now left in ruins as an ageing fortress where few are welcomed. Here lies the sole possession of good in this ocean of destruction and darkness.
It is here, in this light in the middle of grey where our story of change starts… A knock astounds the few remaining avatars of humankind. Tempos, the god of war, reached the highest tower to try and catch a glimpse of whoever was trying to enter the city. He was thinking it would be one of Cyric's minions, trying to take this fortress with the sole reason that as an acolyte of the lord of this land he could take whatever he wants for himself.
What a shock he got when instead of a beastlord there was the form of a tall woman, leaning on the door her breathing weak. Tempus hesitated, many of his avatar brethren had fallen for such tricks, even the great Tyr. Tyr was now chained to the wall of Cyric's castle, used for the dark arts (for it needed blood and what better blood than that of a god).
While the Great Warrior was thinking about his dilemma, Tyr's horse Vancorr cantered towards the huge wooden doors of Ashgrad. Vancorr was a magical horse with the ability to look at the good of people, and he saw that this creature on the other side of the gate was not only good but also radiated magic.
This was odd. Even there where still many creatures with magical abilities, there was no creature here or in Fearun that radiated and "injected" magic into its surroundings as she did… not since Her… Not since She decided to stop magic of her name from causing evil…
Every otherworldly creature in the city then turned there head towards Vancorr and knew they should open the barrier, even if it meant the end of the city. An acolyte of Tyr, knowing the horse for its virtues, opened the door and everyone saw what they wished for… even though she was weak… she was back… she was there…
She was hope in this dark tunnel. She was Mystra…