Harken then, to the battle for the Eye That Saw All until it was blinded! Listen o Children of Mountain, Storm and Hearth! To the tale of Twisthorn, twice twisted and ever the twister, and his fate. Listen of the Shacklebreaker! of the King who was no King! of the child of Dreams, and the Daughter of soil hard as stone! Count the tears that fall and pray they outweigh the drops of blood from noble warriors and heroes. How does it begin? It begins with thunder..