The Amasiti have always been one with the village, the earth, life itself. We are not a part of the way. We are the way. They called us Mother and so it was for a thousand years – until the time of the Amir descended.
My name is Aferi and because of what I have done, I wear the poison chains. I am the last sorceress of Elan.
With no Mother to receive my account of events, I commit the story of the Fall of Elan to this parchment in hopes of preserving it against the treachery and deceit of these times. So that our descendants, who must now hide within the belly of lesser shadows, will one day know and reclaim that which has been stolen.