T’soona, the thunder bird laid an egg. Talapas seeing the threat of the Thunderbird taking over the Furtherland, took the egg for himself. When it hatched it was a creature likened to the Stonecoats. A child of great strength and stature with fangs but with smooth silvery scales and long black hair. Talapas saw the innocence of new life and rejoiced. He had named the boy Elan. Many Spirits came and bestowed gifts upon the child, adding to his beauty. Strength from the field, wisdom from the wind, cloth from the vine, and sight from the purest water. Lastly was Talapas gift, a heart of thunder, beating harmoniously with the physical realm and creating time.
Talapas watched Elan grow with loud exclamations of love. Every night Talapas held they boy over the Furtherland and sang him to sleep with the noise of rolling belows. The Totem Spirits would often gather and marvel at the wonder of such a creation. Likewise they each bore children in their own image who grew much faster and helped labor. Still none were as beautiful as Elan. Flint, the spirit of thorn and decay, saw that his dominion had lacked the light Talapas gave Elan and became jealous. From birth the spirit had only known darkness and devised a plan to ensnare the child. When the sounds of the sky became silent, and Talapas's kingdom had fallen asleep, Flint visited Elan. He woke the boy and offered to take him somewhere new. He made promises to give him a trinket of much value, a key of thorns, which opened a chest, and the boy innocently followed Flint into a great dark forest.
It was there, in Flint's forest, the boy realized the deception. He asked about the chest, and with triumphant pleasure Flint used the key of thorns to pierce the chest of the child. He drew out his heart, which was made of thunder. His heart beat as war drums, a noise powerful enough to destroy the Spirits themselves. Quickly Flint swallowed the heart to still the loud noise, locking it within himself. Elan's body leaked as he tried to escape, spilling black tar over the plants killing them. His body, being a culmination of attributes given by the Spirits, remained alive despite its condition. Though his insides as outsides were quick and consuming, rendering the forest floor barren.
Flint, fearing full destruction, petitioned his brother Sap to save the land. Sap planted a tree around Elan’s standing corpse, growing an immense height, swallowing the boy until there was no piece of him left exposed. The black tar continued to pour from within the chest of the tree. Seeing the tar would not stop, Flint and Sap called out to Talapas, begging for his help to stop the torment of the spreading tar.
Talapas cried aloud shaking the sky. He saw Elan suffering the state of eternal death as his blood soaked the ground in an endless flood. Deciding between all of creation and the boy, Talapas sent a bolt of lightning into the chest of the boy, setting the tree ablaze.
Roars continued in the sky for many months. Talapas saw the increasing divide between the spirit realm and the flesh realm. After much contemplation, Talapas decided to separate the two realms, pulling his very spirit apart along with the fabric of existence. Talapas was gone, leaving his light in a static flow of the Sabanora, and the Furtherland had been opened to a new world. With a bright burning light, the Amank people had arrived.