In the beginning of all things, the first of the great generals of the Naga race was Qatol. His stories were told beneath the lambent glare of the Bright Eye, for he was known to be the soul most favored by its celestial gaze. "Brother," he nodded, "you are wise. Together, and only beside one another, can we rule." No, Qatol," the boy said, "only together can we guide the people. Ours is not the place of rulers, ours is not the practice of war. For the Naga, there can be only peace."