It all began in an age long past, an age lost to memory. Memories become legend. Legends fade to myth. And even myth is long forgotten when the Wheel of Time turns, and the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Aardvark. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.

But it was a beginning...