The Shepherd and the Wolf-Sheep.

Long ago, the land that would be Erban was run by monsters. Great creatures that roamed the skies and burrowed in the earth. They held the people captive, as they were too held captive.
The monsters lead terrible lives, and therefore made sure the people lived worse. Their blood formed carpets across streets; their bones great decorations.
One great creature oversaw it all. Eyes in the night. No form in the day. It brought terror and pain upon the land, and the plants began to die. Even the creatures began to die out, scavenging between bodies for sustenance.
The bordering cities began to notice their peoples disappearing to sate the Hunger, and begged for help. Nobody, but a poor and tired looking man came walking through. The leaders sent him away, as a sacrifice, for his inevitable death.
The Peoples did not know this was the Light of Man. He brought day to the eternal night, and caught the many eyes of That Which Lived Within Its Grasp. It could not live within the light, but still became obsessed with the Light of Man. In turn, the Light became curious of the shadows, reaching out and retracting from touch all at once.
The Light of Man trapped his flame within a lantern, and All Around It sacrificed what It Was to become What It Is Now.
The Light Of Man flickered and formed something brand new, while The Shadow realised as years went on it could never change.
They lived together, in harmony, forever. The Shadow was taught man’s ways, and as the Light was taught the way of monster, he further used this understanding to bargain with monsters to give them another chance.
Upon the fertile grounds of the night, the dawn rose and Erban was born.