The wheel of time turns and ages come to pass, leaving behind memories,memories become legends,legend fades to myth and even myth is long forgotten when the age that gave birth to it comes again. An age long past, an age yet to come. In another age a wind arose in the ephemeral world of humans burdened by the predictability and montone of life.The wind was not the beginning, for there are neither beginnings nor endings to the wheel of time. But it was a beginning....The wind, bereft of any essence, save dry sultry air, wandered aimlessly over the multitude of wasted lifeforms....like a rudderless ship....it wasn't long before it came upon something...it had never seen before, completely lost into the unbeknown. As the naked wind caressed the golden pages it melted into a new form...transformed into another world..it was born into a new life, nourished with new vigour.It came in frenzied torrents, turning the pages the never seemed to end. And just as the wind was about to lose itself completely, the pages stopped.And at that very moment, the word timeless found a new meaning. It was called "The Wheel of Time".

___________________ the creator smiled down at the hapless wind from his heavenly abode.