Prologe
Looking back at her life, Ariel, the Goddess of Time, questioned why she hadn’t seen the darkness before she met him, he had grown up, and he had even been born. Why hadn’t she seen his darkness? Why hadn’t Ariel foreseen what her choices would lead to? She was the Goddess of Time! But even her power didn’t grant her the foresight for what this man would persuade her to do.
“Forgive me, my daughter, Rhinne.” She breathed helplessly, as Rhinne and the man she feared and loved sat frozen within a Temporal seal. It was the only thing preventing Magus Sloe from breaking through the complex sleeping spell keeping Rhinne safe. Sloe would break through in moments if the seal were gone and fend off Ariel to escape. If that happened, Usoria would be destroyed and erased from existence. The only sure way to keep the world safe, was the death of her daughter.
But how could she do such a thing? Rhinne was her daughter, an innocent child caught in the tides of a fallen man’s thirst for power and a desperate woman’s search for peace. Yes, she was a goddess with limitless power, but even that had a weakness. Magus Sloe wielded that power—the darkest power within Usoria, capable of destroying all magic and even the power of a deity: Black Magic.
