Sometime in every Fedor children's life they ask. If this was the land of the Esten, where did we come from? An parent would sit them down and tell them this legend.
All of the Fedors come from an island called the Land of Fire and Flowers. It was warm and food fell from the trees. Our people lived in a paradise, while the land was kind there were monsters. Some great and some small, but none greater then the one given the name of the Maw. While some monsters might swallow a pig or take a unruly child away; the Maw would eat whole cities just leaving a hole behind. The people were afraid, all but one, a tribal leader named Angus. Angus went to all the villages and said that he was gathering the best of each village to defeat the maw. Men and women alike joined Angus cause until he had 3000 people with him. They spent one month feasting knowing the trials would be hard, and then when the moon was full they heard of Maw attack nearby. They raced to it only to see it retreat into it's hole, as they followed it returned and swallowed the army.
But did that stop Angus? No they fought from inside the Maw and the Maw had eaten many lesser monsters that wanted out, and Angus and his people had to fight them all. Soon they ran out of torches, and inside the Maw it was dark and a few of the chosen had started to give up hope. Others where brave and they felt they would fight in darkness and it light and as they fought back fear their hair began to burst in to a flame. It travelled from person to person, marking us with the red hair we have today. Being able to see was only one battle. There were many caverns and paths to take, and a few of the people always knew where to go. They could see the stargods path in their own hearts, and this foresight led Angus' troops farther.
They fought for years and years inside the Maw, each year pushing deeper, after 10 years they found their way to the beating heart of the Maw. While they had lost many, they still had enough to beat this creature. As Angus pushed his ax in everything started to shake, he pulled it out to ready another blow but as he did a torrent of crimson crystal blood filled the room, pushing out the chosen. Even more where drowned then, but the river slowed and eventually stopped as the chosen saw light again. They had killed the Maw, and it burst forth in an attempt to expel the chosen. The land Angus had arrived in was nothing like home. It was cold and hard, where the land had to be tilled, an warmth only came from strong drink or a good fire.
These were the Lands of Earth and Water, what we now call the Belllands. Each Fedor comes from the 300 that survived Angus attack on the Maw.