This is a bit of folk lore that originated in Treth, but it may or may not have traveled by word of mouth to Ne'haer and the other territories.
The Lucky Seed
Many arcs ago when our grandfathers' grandfathers were very young, there was a terrible drought. There had been little snow during Zi'da, and Cylus that arc. And not a single drop of rain had fallen during Ashan, Ymiden, or Saun. Harvest time came, but few farmers had any surviving crops at all. Those who did guarded their precious few wilted fruits, vegetables, and grains jealously. Willow Woods was dry, and barren. The animals had died off one by one when they couldn't find enough food to keep themselves alive. As a result, meat was just as scarce as the crops. In what was usually a time of plenty, the people of Treth wondered how they would feed their families through Vhalar, never mind once the weather turned cold.
The village turned to Ne'haer for help, but the city didn't have enough food to feed their own people, never mind help anyone else. Young people left the village in droves, seeking better fortunes for themselves elsewhere while elders scolded everyone for not trying harder, and telling anyone who would listen how much better it was when they were young. As the season progressed, the village leaders began to discuss the possibility of disbanding the village, and searching for more fertile land.
In the midst of all the fear and despair, one young girl refused to give up hope. Her name was Cerasi. Unlike the other people her age, she refused to leave the village to seek a better life elsewhere. When asked why she wouldn't leave, she explained that if she did, her aging parents would have no one left to take care of them.
One night, Cerasi dreamed that she had lost something very precious. She searched frantically through the house for it, but it was no where to be found. Then she searched through the barren fields of her family's farm. Still, no luck. She searched long after the sun set, leaving the world in darkness. Just as she was about to give up, she found a small glowing orb on the ground, partially buried in the wheat field. Its soft, silvery glow lit up the air around it, holding the darkness at bay. She had never seen anything so beautiful before. For several bits, all she could do was stare in awe. When she finally picked the orb up to get a better look at it, it transformed into a single glowing grain of wheat.
"If you plant the seed, it will grow." came a wispy voice over the wind that had sprung up suddenly after she'd picked up the orb.
Cerasi looked around, but there was no one there.
"But you must tell no one, or the magic will fail." the voice whispered again.
Again Cerasi searched for whoever was speaking, but she could find no one. Cerasi was a practical young girl. She wasn't the type to readily believe gossip or rumors without hard evidence, nor was she the type to spread unfounded information about. But there was clearly something
magical about the seed in her hand. Not willing to take any chances, she planted the grain of wheat. Once she had done so, she heard a rustle in some nearby bushes. When she went to investigate it, she found what she had been looking for.
When Cerasi woke up the next morning, the images of her dream lingered in her mind so strongly that she rushed out to look at the field. As one might expect, it was empty; it had only been a dream after all. But even so, she felt compelled to go to the exact spot she'd found the glowing orb in her dream. There was no glowing orb waiting for her, of course. Glowing orbs aren't a common thing, especially in these parts. One simply isn't going to find a magical artifact laying on the ground...and if one did, they shouldn't trust it. There's no telling what such a thing might do to the person who found it.
But she did find a single grain of wheat in that spot; a grain of wheat where there had been nothing there the day before. Remembering the cautionary voice's whispered warning from her dream, Cerasi planted the grain of wheat, and told no one of what she had found. She didn't know what would happen, but there was no need to tempt fate.
Five trials later, the field was full of wheat. And when Cerasi took several grains of wheat so she could plant one in each barren field they had, sure enough, the fields were all overflowing with golden wheat five trials after she planted the grains. Cerasi was not a greedy girl, so she called everyone in the village together, and gave each person enough wheat to feed themselves for five trials. She told them of her dream, and about what happened when she planted the grain of wheat she'd found the next morning.
Some of the villagers were too greedy for their own good. They sold most of the wheat they had been given to the market in Ne'haer, telling wild stories about magic wheat, and keeping only enough to plant their fields. Others honored the gift they had been given, keeping it to feed their families. They too planted a single grain of wheat in each of their fields.
Five trials later, those who had honored Cerasi and her gift had fields full of ripe, golden wheat. But those who had been greedy were left with nothing. Cerasi and her family were honored and respected for all of their trials for saving the village. To this very trial, nothing so magical as that has ever happened to Treth, or her people. Perhaps the greed of those who sold their wheat angered the one who gave Cerasi the grain of wheat that saved the village. Even so, to this day, there has never been a drought as bad as the one that Cerasi saved Treth from. Some people believe that it is because her spirit lingers on, and watches over us even now.