The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

A solar wind raced across the expanses of Matar painting a swirling deep green pattern above vast forests of Coricia. Far below, hidden within the moist jungle, a small crew of tribesmen crossed a gridiron gangway and entered their vessel's narrow port. None of them knew when they might tread the grasslands of home again, but all of them knew the purpose of their mission. Vengeance. Retribution. Justice.