PROLOGUETHERE WAS A PLANET ONCE, CALLED EARTH.
ITS PEOPLE, SCATTERED LIKE SEEDS BEFORE THE WIND,
CAME TO REST ON AGARON...
Had this moment of destruction come, then, from such a small beginning? Could even an Astrologer have foretold that a girl gathering crops in a field, filled with the love of her unborn child, would lead to the scene now before him...
Or is there ever a beginning?
Hope, like a small leaf unfurling from a dark and wrinkled seed, pushed out from his aching heart... If there is never a beginning will there ever be an end?