In the far, far away past there was a warrior tribe called the Tor’ocs. Every Tor’oc man, woman and child was part of this army of nomads. They knew how to do one thing – how to conquer – and they knew how to do it well. They would take a city, a town, a valley, and drain it of every resource the people had, and when the people could give no more, the Tor’ocs moved on. They were great horsemen, but they did not make their own saddles, and they could not forge the steel to make weapons. They could not cook; they could not spin thread to make cloths; they did not make the tents they slept in. But they were strong, and they were fierce. And they were hungry for what lay beyond the horizon. That was their weakness.

Their legendary war chief, Sumon heard tales of fantastic wealth to be taken in a peninsula at the edge of the land they had conquered, Aemira. The Tor’oc army rode onto this peninsula that jutted out between two enormous seas. When they arrived, the land became cut off on either side by a raging river made from the two seas – and the peninsula suddenly became an island. After that happened, flood waters rushed across the land drowning their leader, Sumon, along with almost all the Tor’oc nation. Only two hundred of the tribe, mostly children, survived by taking to the trees when the waters came. The trees became their salvation, their only true haven. They could not navigate the wild waters to leave, and the floods returned in force every year. Over time, the survivors made their lives in the trees, and built houses and bridges and meeting halls – their City in the Trees. Over the next one thousand years, the trees changed them, changed them to the core of who they were. They were still large and strong and knew how to fight, but deep inside, they were different.

This is when the story of Wind starts — 1,000 years after the Tor’ocs were cut off from the Out World — when Aemira needs one of the Tor‘ocs to return to their land. They need one special one — the one the Tor’ocs call, Aeon the Leaf.