The wheel of time turned once more.. The age that came faded into memory.. Memories became legends.. Legends spiralled into myths.. Myths like sands blown and forgotten when the age that gave it birth comes again. In one age, called the dark age by some.. An age about to come.. An age long past.. A wind rose.. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings in the wheel of time.. But in this age it is a remnant of a beginning..