It is a tale of the times long gone, of ages when gods walked the Nine Worlds, which were still young and full of primal forces. Since the dawn of time, elvenkind was split in four parts, born of four primal elements. Elves of Air were wanderers, scholars and storytellers. Elves of Earth were protectors, healers and peacemakers. Elves of water were fighters, sages and lore seekers. And, finally, elves of Fire were hunters, artisans and enchanters.
Vildaron was a great archmage of the Fire kin and the best gem master in Nine Worlds, next only to Gods. Once he saw a dream of passing into the Eternal Flame and then he knew it was his time to create his masterpiece- a work of art that he shall be remembered. And by it he was.
For nine years he wandered the Nine Worlds seeking gems worthy of his work. One found in the Vanaheimr, the Land of Vanir, and it was the gem of purest light. The other one he found in Muspellsheimr, the Land of Fire, and it was the gem of burning fury. The last he found in the Svartalfaheimr, the Land of Darkness, and the gem was of abyssal blackness.
For nine moons he cut them a single chip a day to make them flawless. For nine moons he aged them in his own blood, to give them primal arcane power of Eternal Flame. For nine moons he meld them with eldrich spells to give gems' power a direction. And then they were finished, the Gems of Desires: three great jewels that made wishes come true.
Each gem was a true beauty of art beyond words, of most dazzling charm and of arcane power to bring forth its bearer's desires and turn them into reality. Yet one thing the great craftsman did never foresee: the great seduction of his creation. Upon seeing his creations together he fell into the great greed and fear of his masterpiece being stolen. He defended them with all his power and his passion, but failed to see the great danger they were to him and anyone else. His power and mind were leaving him and he was dieing as he had no strength to resist time. But on his deathbed in his obsession he cursed them so that no other bearer shall be happy with them. His final curse was heard by Loki, the god of mischief and chaos. He took these gems and brought them into the world, and they sought discord, envy and greed for ages come as anyone who came in possession of them fell to his greed and to treachery of those beside him. Until inevitable took them.
The Gem of Light went to Helheimr and is now in the crown of Loki's daughter, the Queen of Hell, and now it shines as hope for even those damned forever. And when the Day of Gods' Fate comes, it shall be their Naglfar.
The Gem of Fire went to Nilfheimr, the realm of mists, and under the roots of Yggdrasill Nidhoggr, the first dragon, was born and spawned to birth the dragonkind. But as the cursed power brought them to life, dragons were doomed to never find peace in Nine Worlds.
The Gem of Dark was lost to shadows as there's no other way to keep the Forged Darkness and no one, of living or dead, has ever held it since then.