Has the Hidden One come at last?

The Immortal Elifaen, descendants of the Faerekind, abide the centuries.   Once, in the dawn of history, during the Time Before Time, they conversed with the trees of the forests, with the stones of the mountains, and with all of Creation.   But their wings have been stripped from them, the First Tongue has faded from their lips and from their memory.   War with the Dragonkind plagues their people, reducing their numbers.   Men have come to the shores of the world.   They are mortal, but they are powerful.   Soon the world will be theirs, if anyone survives the coming doom.   But perhaps the Mortals bring hope...

Year has passed year, and after eons, time rushes in on itself.   The things given to the Elifaen are lost.   And one who was once Elifaen now moves the world to its destruction.   The world will soon be remade.

Uncanny things are taking place in the world, mysterious powers are stirring, and there are signs of coming change.   Like pieces on a gameboard, ancient forces are moving into position, gathering strength.   Many sense the portents and see the signs, but few know their meaning.   Fewer still understand what must be done.   But who is there to do it?

In only 244 days, six intrepid travelers must cross thousands of miles, to the far edge of the world, to find a place that may not even exist.   A legendary place called Griferis where a new king may be prepared, trained, and judged for worthiness.   It is their bid to find that place, to discover the secret Name of the King, and to make one of their companions the new King.   But hope is thin, and time runs out.   Can the Name be found?   Can the Usurper use it to take the throne?   And will it make any difference?   It already seems too late.