There was nothing left but time, a systematic downward spiral, and a lifetime of regrets. A few well-spoken words did little to soothe his pain and mend his pride, but as his dark eyes scanned the sky his son's words echoed sweetly in his ears. "It only rains when the angels want to remind us to be happy, Dad. They're crying so we don't have to." Maybe, just this once, the angels would remember to cry for him today.

Zuwha grows up in a village where all magic is hated and the ones who use it are executed. One day, when the village is attacked by wolves, he turns out to have magic as well. Yet when he is up for execution, two people show up and take him away before he can get killed. They tell him they are mages, and that he will soon be one of them. Soon, he's pulled into a crazy conflict. The god of darkness is after the mages, who of course won't go down without a fight. The mages create a plan to summon another goddess to destroy the one that's after them, and Zuwha and the others are the ones to get the things needed to summon her. But is everything they are told really all there is to it? Can they summon the goddess and make it out alive? {*I'm constantly editing when I find mistakes, so don't be surprised when a chapter is re-uploaded*} Thanks for taking the time to read this. Once again I'll have to mention that I'm not native English so that there will be mistakes from time to time. And I'm in dire need of a proper title, as this one is plain bad. Also in need of a cover, but I'm working on it. Don't be shy to leave comments, I really need them. Thanks ^-^ -={ Cover by: Lucinda- }=-

Hi, I'm a bit of a peculiar one, a strange one if I may, I'm a bit of a... A bit of everything I would like to say. A bit of a writer, A bit of a singer, A bit of a dancer, A bit of a- A bit of a pilot! Ha! But no, Seriously! I am a bit of a pilot. I mean...... I float through my mind... drifting along on a breezy current... Floating with the softest of clouds. Bobbing and swing as the wind rustles and laughing and singing as it whistles... Ha! To capture this feeling and many more, I write. I write this memoir.