In a time long before the arrival of the Spaniards, Cimmera runs through the biting saw grass and shallow water of the untamed Everglades. She is frantic, remembering hazy images of battle, sorrow, heartache, and loss. Finding shelter from an angry storm she scrambles up onto a small tree island. As the thunder roars and the rain falls, Cimmera discovers she is covered in blood and is without a memory, without a tribe, and without knowledge of what she has done or who her enemy might be. Her only clue is the mysterious knife she carries.