The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legends fade to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an Age yet to come, an age long pass, a gimp strains in its bonds. The gimp was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.