Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.

Kayel was always told she had the potential to be different than other girls her age. Her parents were always telling her she could be actually something other than an innkeeper's daughter. Kayel started almost believing it herself, but something unexpected happens that completely changes her plans. Moved by the desire of revenge for destroying the ones she knew and loved, she stumbles upon knowledge she had no idea existed. But, how does this knowledge affect her motivations? How will her life go on without being able to return to what was before? Will the things that once had made her different be useful to what she is seeking?