"In the receding skies of midnight, The silver-haired-ones had arrived, Their tamed horses neighing and holding each rider precariously. There had been eighteen horses It crossed the Sal Bridge near the temple of Tagera Ningwaphuma. Each strand of their hair was a piece of burning fire, Their women's hands like the snow on the Himalayas, Wait for fires that will raze thee to ground Till the land is filled with corpses' mounds." The prophecy rang in Mongoli's ears. Can Mongoli help her tribe overcome this terrifying fate or was her tribe doomed? Running through the threads of fate and destiny against human choices, will Mongoli succeed?