From enchanted forests to blood-drenched battlefields to the spiders of doubt crawling within one's home, there lies at the hardened milky heart one stabbing feeling: LOSS. Loss of liberty, loss of life, loss of love. And when wielded in the supernal hands of the enemy-whether sorcerers, disembodied aliens or ghosts of the past-it can make that someone feel all-too-painfully human. The crucible of that pain will form the gem that gets passed on to the next crippled brother-an opal to match the hole in that soul who knew they'd lost something long ago.