In the beginning, the Ancients came. They traversed the world before all others; preceding even the First Mages, the founders of civilization. Such power had They, that Their influence was fully felt by all of creation. The Ancients were master seers. They perceived, within every living being, a spectrum of destiny; one's path, and its infinite branchings. This was as natural and easy for Them as it is for one to perceive the spectrum of a rainbow. "This world is good, for it has not been tainted by selfish action." They said. For a long, long time, The Ancients remained. Still, It waited.