Mirithlen attained fame equal to her father during her life, yet those she held dear knew her soul was troubled. Having wandered the Dark Mirror, she could not shake the feeling that her soul had been bonded to that world, and its calling grew more and more insistent. Yet, never in her life did she give in to the temptation of evil, and eventually death came even for her. Almost as if she knew her time was due, the Archmaester’s daughter took care to transcribe her last will and testament, as the magic of the world was slowly leaving her. At her burial, she was mummified as requested, which was an unusual request, and was entombed in a crypt emptied of any of the trappings of her life. The remains were covered in silver, and three candles were put in the sarcophagus, just surrounding her head. As if enchanted, the candles lit in cerulean light, meaning she had premeditated an arcane ritual. The silver melted in her flesh, while the canopic jars vanished in shining dust, to the dismay of the Sages. Once the coffin was closed and the burial mound sealed, songs emanated from within. Sung by the pristine voice of a woman, they echoed across all of the Vale.
It was not long before people rushed to reopen the crypt and thrust open the sarcophagus, only to find candles, still lit with their mystical fire, while her body was gone, leaving in its place a circle of silver dust. No one could explain what happened, nor guess which spell was skillfully used by she who could withstand any evil. from that moment on, the seats of the Great Council were placed in a circle to remember the event.
The night after Mirithlen’s funeral, the moon shone bright, and strange will-o-wisps rose from teh graves in all of Faerun, reaching for the night sky. Lunar Phases began to influence the world, raising the tides, affecting the mood of the living, and giving place to several other unexplainable events. Some assumed she ascended to godhood, becoming as the entities from Sidir to reside in the moon, once just a pale, nighttime succedaneum to sunlight. Covens blossomed and some began to venerate and study the lunar energies.
In the Lunar Age, the moon remains unsullied: as Mirithlen withstood the corruption of the Dark Mirror, so too the pale satellite stands illuminating the Material Plane.