Well, I'm pretty much done with Insights. That which I have said is all that I had to say and what I thought should have been said. I really want to right a book. It will be very difficult but I might as well get started. "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

Preface

Night falls upon the land of Aion. A dense, inky blanket that reaches its tendrils across the sky to strangle out the last lights of twilight. Aion, the frontline in the Battle of Good and Evil. A land of beauty, desolation, hope, despair, war, serenity, perdition and paradise; all entertwined in a dance of power, pushing and pulling, light and darkness.

A full moon rises red, a rare night indeed; the An'nero Ka. A sign of both doom and of great salvation. It glares down upon the cities, forests, and villages, its presence undeniable.

Animals awaken and herald its arrival, wildly, in both reverence and fear. Water becomes blood. Rock turns to fire.

The mountains groan and prophecy the fates of mortals as an dreaful wind fleets across the war torn landscape, away from this grim new sun.

And among this, an orphan child is born. Abandoned to the sands of the Kulrabbian Desert within the shadow of Titan's Rest. All the villagers gather this round this new young child. All of them shifting their eyes back and forth from the moon to the boy. He seems...unnatural, and is very cold to the touch. They rush to get him medical attention.

The gale is heavy and malevolent as it smashes into the unsuspecting villagers. It makes them stumble and in the the noise of the gale they each hear its dreadful moan and haunting call which seems to becon to their very souls. In panic, they all rush back to their homes none emerging until noon day. The infant is left to the care of his new, reluctant foster parents, the village doctor and his wife, who watch the child as he crys. It is a mournful almost painful wail. All the while the villagers can only think of one thing. It is a word, they thought, that seemed to come from the voice of the wind itself. Later, it became the infant's name. A constant reminder to that accursed night when he was discovered; under the crimson rays of the An'nero Ka.

"Xeran..."