It was a cold morning, as all mornings were in the city of Ise. After all, Ise was far from the Plains of Pyro, and in an area which had no seasons. This morning was no different then all the others, but that did not mean the entire day would be so un-extraordinary. Eventually the servants came to get her ready for the new day, a normal day like all the others before it. Tindel was more depressed then ever, her only hope had been shattered. “Where is the book?” the man asked with a hint of aggravation in his voice. Why do you need my book? she thought timidly. * * *