From the Introduction:
It is a time of forgetting. The world moves forward, and the old world fades away. It is true that once there were great powers and great people that moved the world, but those were very long ago, before my time, certainly before yours.
In the heart of western Maelorum lies the capital city known as Lordell. Old King Riordan Lordain tends to his ancient city, much like a steady farmer tends his fields year after year. The world moves ever forward, slow and steady like the seasons.
He does not see the frost forming early, nor do his knight commanders. The average person going about his day to day business in the city streets could never imagine what is about to happen. A war is coming, this much I can tell you.
The end of the wizards, a terrible, secret battle beneath the mountains, forgotten things are returning, old powers still great and terrible enough to shake the world one last time. Here is a story of things to come, a story of betrayal and revenge, and the rise or fall of a hero. It is not yet certain how this story will end, for this is your story, and it has already begun, even as you read these words...