Long ago, when men knew not greed, malice, tribe nor clan, jinn walked the earth. The jinn were immortal, created of sinless, smokeless fire. They rode the winds and read the stars, and their beauty was the beauty of the wild places. Though the jinn could manipulate the minds of lesser creatures, they were honourable and occupied themselves with the raising of their young and the protection of their mysteries. Some were fascinated by the untempered race of man but the leader of the jinn, Meherya, who was the oldest and wisest of them, counseled his people to avoid men. So they did.