Wheel Of Time (excerpt) by Sirius

And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died.  And men cried out to the Creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the promised one be born of the mountain, according to the prophecies, as he was in ages past and will be in ages to come.  Let the prince of the morning sing to the land that green things will grow and valleys give forth lambs.  Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us.  Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

(from Charal Drinnan te Calamon, the Cycle of the Dragon, author unknown, the Fourth Age)

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.  Legend fades 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, and an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist.  The wind was not the beginning, there are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of The Wheel of Time.  But it was a beginning.

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