We start in 2710 of the first era. Month 9, and day 45, the last day of the year. Tonight is the night of winter solstice and you have observed 2 titan-sized heads crash into the nearby citadel. The citadel has been in ruin and overgrown for hundreds of years. There exists a myth about a fruit. The fruit offers power. Thee tree is known only in whispers, as the Tree of Might. Everybody who is rumored to have gotten their fruit has lived a blessed life.