That day the icy wind whipped the path. A woman wrapped in a cloak of rags and remnants of fur, was dragging an old sled, loaded with branches for the fire, toward the village covered with snow.
Behind the sled was walking a girl, dressed like the woman, who slipped her left hand into a pocket of her cloak and took out a small mirror with an ivory frame covered with symbols.
The girl touched some symbols, the glass stopped reflecting her image and showed her something that excited her, giving her new strength to face adversity.
She then set aside the mirror, one of the few 'Glasses of time' that escaped the destruction of the temple of Vartag, during the fall of Moanda Tangor, the shining capital of the greatest empire of men and vowing to avenge the ancient family of priests to which she belonged , raised her fist to the sky.