"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. " It has been but three years since the two Zodias were killed and the third was captured. For three years, there has been an uneasy silence between the worlds of the two species of human. For three years, the remaining nine disappeared into the masses of humans that went about their everyday lives, quiet and heads bent towards the ground, avoiding all attention. Until now, when there is a rush of an uncomfortable breeze that ruffles the smooth surface of the pond that is the world. The Zodias know that it is their turn to rise from hiding and fear, to establish a world of their own. The morning dawns again on the world. It is the winter of the year 2043. Each Zodias feels a stirring within their heart, a stirring that whispers to them, commands them to find the rest of their race, the ten that remain alive upon this cursed earth, an earth where brothers do not hesitate to kill each other to survive. Where brothers would seem to much rather kill than come to an agreement. So the Zodias awaken, each in their respective "home" somewhere on the planet, miles and miles and miles away from one another. They do not know each other, have never seen each other's faces. But they will know when they come across another of their plight. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew yet. It will be cold and bitter and a good many may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. The east wind is coming, and change is coming with it.