In the beginning there was the word, and the word was.... Corn

They say that magic was born from the prayers of man. And pray man did, through multiple calamities, wars, and disasters, that stripped the land and left its people starving, blood soaked, and with very little hope for their future. With each passing era, populations rose and fell, kingdoms grew and were once again torn asunder.

Farmland flourished only to be razed to the ground, communities left barren, sick, and once again with naught but prayers to soothe their wounds and warm their hearts.

Time and again, the world fell, time and again its people prayed, and time and again, fresh green sprouts would bless the land. In time these sprouts would grow until the horizon were filled with tall, golden sheaves of corn as far as the eye could see. And once again life would flourish, the prayers of its people answered in the most glorious way.

Soon, people learned that life itself were much like that of the corn. From such humble beginnings they sprang forth, mere seeds half buried in the dirt, reliant on the warmth of the sun, and the cooling showers that regularly blessed the lands to give them life and aid their growth. That they too required careful tending and support whilst they grew taller and more affected by the strong winds, and turning tides of worldly experience that sometimes caught them by surprise and swept them off their feet. That ears of corn that grew together would weather storms far better than those that grew sparse, and that in time, all things grew golden.

And thus corn became a symbol of all that is good in life, all that is blessed and wholesome, it became a symbol of strength, of growth, of family, and good health.