In the realm of the Eleven, the children of Noontime, most mad of the ageless, had been pit against each other in battles to amuse his twisted mind. Four, however, chose to escape rather than die, and fled into the unknown wilderness. There they stumbled onto Anara on her expedition into the same wilds they had left.
The meeting of the two peoples was friendly, and fortunes seemed good for the refugees. Noontime, however, had other plans. He had eagerly allowed the four to escape, and scried upon them during their journey. It was only a few hours until he met up with his unwilling scouts and slew Anara. Hopeless to stop him, Anara's companions fled, but two of the refugees stayed behind in an effort to distract their father long enough to let the message escape: The Eleven are coming.