Alhaitham was dreaming. In his dream, there was a prosperous desert civilization, and the people of the rainforest treated the desert people as equals. The Dendro Archon was a friend to everyone, and everyone loved her in turn But that's all it was, a dream. There was no more desert kingdom, there was a invisible border between the desert and the rainforest's people, and the Dendro Archon had been imprisoned for five hundred years. When he awoke, something else awoke within him.