In the center of the largest island within the continent of Uza, lies the most ancient of the many wonders of the world. The Orathox. A pyramid reaching to the heavens. So tall, you may not see its apex on a gray day. The island upon which the Orathox rests is known to most as the land of Lybra. And on Lybra there are two cities where there once were three. Only two port cities remain now. To the north is the cultural hub known as Antoxus, and to the south is the city of merchants and laws. It is called Entova.

Between these two cities there is a trade route. It is dangerous because it is a hot, desolate, desert, and it is dangerous because dangerous things make themselves known in the night. This trade route is traveled only by well armed and armored caravans. I tell you this, that you may know why it was so very strange when a single man on horseback rode to the Orathox with a babe in his arms.

Though the Orathox is ancient indeed and its surrounding city now long lost to the sands of time, it seemingly refuses to relent to the outside world. The pyramid is strong as are those acolytes living within its walls. For well over one thousand years many enter, but very few exit. Many offerings such as food, water and occasionally, children are left at the base of Orathox, and, for those daring enough, they may attempt the twenty thousand step climb to its peak. 

When the lone man on horseback reached the base of the Orathox, exhausted, he looked around for a moment until he found a small recess, barely visible unless one were to know what they were looking for. He reached inside where he would find a small handle. Pulling the handle with all his remaining strength, he revealed a small opening where the baby, no more than a few months old was placed.

The man noted that the child did not cry for the entire ride. Rather, she only gazed at the sky and the sands. Her eyes told only of wonder and curiosity at the landscape all around her. The man sealed the child in the small opening, hoping that someone would be inside to receive her. He then turned, looking to the horizon he could see the marauders he had passed on his way to the Orathox approaching, but it mattered not. The man fell to his knees and succumbed to his exhaustion. He knew it would be a one way trip. He knew that when he gave himself over to slumber, this time, he would not wake up.