Temple of the Winds

On the red moon will come the firestorm. The one bonded to the blade will watch as his people die. If he does nothing, then he, and those he loves, will die in its heat, for no blade forged of steel or conjured of sorcery, can touch this foe. To quech the inferno he must seek the remedy in the winds. Lightning will find him on that path, for the one in white, his true beloved, will betray him in her blood.