She had no family and depended on the village she was born in for food and shelter. For want of a better name, the villagers named her Megan and treated her well.

Megan moved closer to the shining object that had been washed up the coast of the lake. It was round and was fairly pulsing with light from within. Curiously, she picked it up and brushed the wet sand from the object which turned out to be nothing she had ever seen before. It was as if a small rainbow was trapped within a small crystal ball. As she lifted it up to see more clearly in the diminishing sunlight, a halo of light suddenly glimmered around the crystal, then expanded to include Megan in its sphere of light. She gasped in surprise but kept her grip on the strange object. Strange images whirled in her mind's eye, showing her horrific scenes from a struggle of power between a group of three people and a single lone man.