he was born the only daughter to a tribal chieftain, a powerful warlord of old, a man driven to unite all the tribes under one cause. Aeron learned the ways of battle and war alongside her brothers and other children in their village. Knowledge that would have been put to use upon the battlefield when the time came. But that was not to be, it was never her destiny. A madman seduced Aeron, he whispered venomous promises to her heart; promises of power, of war, of infamy. She was young, so foolish, so unworldly, far too naïve to realize that ultimate power comes with the ultimate price.

Throughout the existence of time and space as we know it, have come and gone those who carved a bloody path across the faces of civilizations, writing themselves into the annals of recorded history. Still others have been immortalized in chilling tales and mystical legends sung by traveling bards, and passed down from one generation to the next.

The truth is often more brutal and frightening than the chilling tales and legends themselves.

Mortals covet immortality. They are fools . . .