"Drug through the flames of a violent crucible we died. Rising to the occasion required a violent plunge, thrusted over the brink, unprepared for the fall. Our fragile wings snapped and broke against the tempest winds. The waters rose to high, the brittle wood of our vessels buckled and splintered. we struggled and fought, died a thousand deaths, drug to the crushing depths by merciless torrents. Rest and peace were forgotten acquiescences, as was the need to breathe. But when the mists cleared and the dawn finally came we were still standing...reborn into legend, forged by the flames of chaos we had become the men and women we had only dreamed of becoming."