Long ago, the broad world was ringed about by the wild green ocean. It was peopled by men and women, some gifted, some not touched by magic, and it had a name. Beneath the world was darkness, and the darkness was full of mystery, deep caves and sightless creatures. Above the world lived the creators and the Beast they had fashioned to keep their realm safe. But the creators grew weary, or perhaps they died, and before they faded, they flung their Beast from the skies. In the struggle to enchain it with magic, the world was broken, drowned beneath the wild waves, and its name was forgotten. But the Beast remained. Its fury grew. And it forgot nothing.