420 years ago, in a quiet village nestled on the western continent of Elyndor, a precious child was born.
Her name was Parvaneh—meaning "softness" or "butterfly" in the old tongues—and from the moment she drew her first breath, she became the undisputed joy of the entire village.
The air itself seemed lighter when she laughed, the sun warmer when she smiled.
And she grew up to be a wonderful child.
Her father was the chief, respected and strong, but that wasn't the only reason every villager adored her.
Parvaneh carried something far rarer than lineage: an innate, effortless wisdom that belied her tender age.
Even as a small child she was often seen sitting cross-legged among the aged men and women on the low stone benches beneath the great willow at the village center.
They spoke of things like harvests long past, of battles from before her grandfather's time, and of the stars and the old gods...
