Prologue
Golden hair tumbles down her back, framing her sunken face in sunshine waves. Her once muscular body now thin and frail. Once a mighty warrior now she is reduced to eating the rats that tunnel into her marble prison, forgotten by the people, forgotten by the gods. She shall stay there; punished for her crimes against the world. Until the time comes when magic is in need again. She lifts her head slowly from between her legs, waking from slumber once again. Her Crystalline eyes now dull from tears no longer shed, and from a broken heart.
She lifts a hand and reaches for the sky, hand cupped as if to capture the essence; her lips moving in silent prayer. ‘By the goddess of life and the God of time, shine unto me, for I have been punished. Please, when shall I be free from this torture?’ Her words reverberate into the stale winds, no longer heard by the gods, nor her people. For all have forgotten her but one, but she still has a long way to go before even this one shall forgive her for her wrongs. So she shall wait, and wait, and wait; unable to fall into death’s hands. For there is still use of her upon the world; for even monstrosities compose of a purpose. But not yet, no, not yet…
