Dated: 109-121 AC
The sky was once bright with the lights of civilization, but now the lights have gone. The natural starlight reigns over the night skies of Amana once again. Returning from a successful trading venture, Endrak R'Mor sits in silence upon a cliff face, feeling the wind over his whiskers and staring into the heavens. He prepares a prayer to his namesake star, as thanks for helping him through these times.
Day after day, he returns to his cliff face, to issue his prayers of thanks and pleading. But one day, he can't find his star. No worries, he thinks, Endrak hasn't risen yet. The back of his mind tells him it should have, but he knows perfectly well that stars don't just disappear, that would be silly! But he can see Sariek, right where it should be. I must have misremembered where it is. He knows he didn't.
So he went about his life. The days turned into months, then into years, and his trading missions took him all across the ruined landscapes of Amana. He beseeched his patron star to reveal itself again and forgive him for whatever indiscretions he had done, but the blank space in the sky remained steadfastly dark. After hours of meditation, R'Mor's eyes began to wander towards Endrak's celestial neighbor of Sariek, but can't quite find it. Must be light out tonight. He knows it isn't.
For the last sunset of the 327th year after the fall, he returned to his ancestral homeland to gaze into the heavens and pray for success in the coming year. Endrak hasn't shined for a decade. Believing his patron has turned its back on him forever, his eyes search the sky for another. He looks toward where Sariek should be. It is gone. Ezri, gone. Jadin, gone. Nira, less than a fifth as bright as it should be. Sa Asi, Sa Rae, Rinaan, all gone. Almost half the sky is empty of light. But Endrak R'Mor, unaware of an grander explanation not centered on his tiny, irrelevant world, simply saw this as a clear punishment for the unnumbered sins of the Amali.
"WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS?"
His scream echoes through the rocks for what feels like eons. As if in response, Nira seems to finish its slide into nonexistence as he looks upon it. Shaking, he sinks to the ground as the tears of abandonment begin to flow. He whispers to himself in disbelief.
"What have I done?"
But little did he know that his salvation was soon to come.