Synthiel was a Goddess no man or woman built temples too, she was a natural deity who represented birth after flame. Attributed to Phoenixes and Forest Fires, she was worshiped in the ash and burnt down woods where he arms reached and fingers left nothing but earth for seeds to be planted. Some regarded her as the reason man and woman even have a hearth in their home, a tribute to the Goddess whose righteous fury could scour away whole nations with a sweep of her hand. Many feared and loved her, for even though the flames could kill you or bring ruin- the wake after the fires brought whole bounties of fertile land and even precious minerals.
Some scholars found texts that she was the lighter of candles and uncovered numerous books to sightings or interactions with the fiery Goddess. Her rituals were dances often enacted with special oils so the dancers themselves could be bathed and unharmed by the fires, the Goddesses own secret she shared with them.
Some feared the story of how the Goddesses temper equaled her flames, quick to ignite and then to burn out, a tale told to young children to prevent rash action. It was said that after she walked the earth for a many number of years Synthiel sided with the mortals during a war and gave her favored troops a means to crush the very enemies they fought. The gods and goddesses of war were offended after she overstepped her boundaries and favored the side against the flaming one. Her troops fell and she was conquered, punished to reside in the very heart of a mountain, they thought her prison would hold her but Synthiel’s rage turned to flame and seared the stone.
Volcanoes were born from her imprisonment and she was sentenced to stay until her temper abated. The Goddess of Fire and of Volcanoes sits now, still waiting, in the very heart of her prison.