Long before man walked the green earth, the horned god of the sun fell from heaven and lived upon the earth. His crime of pride was being absolved by occasional incarnations in human form, until such time as his people would once more take their place beyond the stars. His death during these incarnations was always sacrificial, and at the hands of his own people.

His first death is recounted in the following legend.

"The horned god was lashed to a T-shaped oak cross in a glade of the wildwood. His body was pierced with yew darts to cause the blood to flow onto the ground. His limbs were bound with cords tangled into thirteen magickal knots. The animals of the wildwood led the Lady to her dying god. She cut his thongs with her dagger which was carved from moon crystal. Gnomes, elves and faeries helped carry the god on a flower strewn bier to the Lady's crescent shaped boat moored on the River of Death. She ferried the horned god to that secret cavern within the hollow hill, to which we all must travel at the closing of the shadows. There she awakened him from Death's chill sleep with a kiss from her chaste lips. He remains there, enthroned, ruling his dark kingdom with the phallic staff of authority. As a measure of his gratitude to the animals of the wildwood, he placed them under his special protection so that none should harm them without engaging his wrath."