The sharp morning light streamed through the bus window, which—judging by the brown streaks—had not been washed in ages. The vehicle rattled along Rákóczi Road, edging deeper and deeper into downtown Budapest. On one side of Edda, schoolchildren crowded together, their bags slung carelessly over their shoulders; in front of them, an elderly man...

The prequel to the Water Weaver's prophecy.

When the planet was still hot and smelly, the first of the great ones were born. Silver and gold dragons flew through the smoky sky. The beating of their wings dispersed and condensed the gases, clearing the sky so that the sun and rain could bless the scorching ground.

It is believed on the Northern Isles-continent that at the beginning of the world, no moon shone in the sky. However, at the dawn of magic, Brannack, one of the first powerful wizards, grew tired of the darkness of night.