No Moon forgot what Zzoor had been, and none stopped wanting it back. To live the Will of Jol, in the spirit of the Tosai, became the purpose of every people of the Moons.

On each Moon that purpose took a shape — a faith, a court, a law — and the shapes did not match. The memory of Zzoor and the light of the Orum gave the Moons one view of the world. How to stand within it, each Moon decided alone.

This is where history begins.